[Nate Dogg & (Nas)]
(All star baby)
Young quick see (F-U-B-U)
Lately all I see is D-P-G
(Q-B, L-B-C niggas)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin´ me (All day, everyday)
Livin´ the good life, good life uh huh good life (Braveheartz)

[Nate Dogg & (Nas)]
Sure as the world is turnin´ round and round (Shit is real yo)
There´s these niggas, bitches, snitches tryin´ to bring you down
(Fucked up) But I don´t know why I mention
And if I don´t pay no attention I´m cool (Real niggas do real things)
(Real niggas do real things)
Sure as my chronic is the best in town [Inhale and coughs]
Those who trippin´ slippin´ listen, we ain´t stoppin´ now (Can´t stop)
We won´t even pause, y´all can lick my balls (Bitches)
We livin´ the good life, good life, good life
(Livin´ the good life baby)

[Hook]
Young quick see (Come on, come on)
Lately all I see is D-P-G (Nate Dogg)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin´ me (Still, still, still)
Livin´ the good life, good life uh huh good life (We livin´ the life)

[JS]
It ain´t nothin´ but a paper chase
But even when ya paper straight
Every stage just another way to see cake
But niggas still gotta die hate
Well fuck it, I´ma do it cause the streets put me to it
See y´all niggas is late
See it´s big face, big livin´
Big dogs and big pimpin´
Game played with nothin´ but precision
Money, cars, and women
See niggas hatin´ cause they on the outside
Wishin´ they could find a way in it
You see the rims spinnin´ all black tinted
With the niggas who´ll bring it to ya brain
If it´s fuckin´ with change
Fifty-four nigga remember the name
Ritz, glitz only when we empty clips
And dismember your brain
Cause I remember pain, gain pain, this winner reign
But now it´s high tech out here in the center lane
See we got the world respectin´ the slang
The good life, hit the studio, the club, straight to the plane

[Hook]

[Nas]
Yo, yo, yo
Pass you cowards, classical rap mix form power
Yasser Arafat, I´m stormin´ with lead showers
And I´m murderous, common is formerly Nastradamous
I´m goin´ for the top regardless
Pretty Boy Floyd, the rotten tooth king
Ghosts of my dead friends linger
I toast to you lover, blunts lit, wish I was hittin´
Cock back, four pound, let six in the air
Rock that raw sound, gettin´ wet to this year
Cause of the projects Hannibal Lec, hand on my tech
In front the White House, my ice out demandin´ respect
Braveheartin´ to the grave darlin´ wavin´ my sterling
From out the black Bentley it´s off, spray till y´all fallin´
East to West Coast ballin´
Nate Dogg, Nas, and Kurupt, liven it up, dimes in the cut
Sizin´ us up, y´all wanna fuck, gin and tonic my cup
And we live the good life, still chronic it up

[Hook]