This is a song about "Nate g"

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

Plottin' don’t even worry

Can't forget the rap-singers nate dogg and warren g,

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

A demon that feeds of my inner g

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

They say nothings ever free

But ion show no love g

And niggas flashing crazy

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

Me and nate steppin' through heavens gate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

But am i less holy

With a fronted silent g.