Dr Dre F- Nowl Nationowl Lyrics

Nationowl Lyrics

(All right, is everybody ready *YEAH!*)

 (Alright now, here we go)

 

 Nationowl divides this bomb to blow

 Adios serials worldwide

 Once inside ya ride, usin the mic like a screwdriver

 to break down the speed

 While labels were sound asleep, Nowl peeped and creeped

 and stole the ground beneath they feet

 Far from the bail, still makin my sales

 Movin tapes like weight, we's hip-hop cartel

 takin over, no doubt

 Like thongs, they ass out but win amounts with the Doctor

 Dre, all day cash his cheques

 Like Play, I hittin you in the head like strays (BUU-YU-KOW!)

 Nationowl's defence covers my ass

 and team o' outcast niggas who're quick to blast

 Our beat's on hit, keep the peace on

 MC's couldn't find my path (Where you at niggas?)

 

 Chorus: 

 

 Pledge a legiance to my team

 Let's scheme, nigga, we gots ta get CREAM

 Cos worldwide shit's outta control

 Why you can't get down with Nationowl

 Young and old, my niggas who's on parole

 Why you can't get down with Nationowl

 Bitches who own, my niggas whose heart is cold

 Why you can't get down with Nationowl

 

 Nationowl's anthem, got'cha soul on lock

 still fully loaded, cocked the handgun

 Composed like the Phantom

 while the face of earth gets ugly, we ever lovely

 Bitches who never duck me, "Nowl loved me"

 In thinkin I must spend dough til I'm dizzy

 Assholes around like a frisby

 And for satisfaction chew an MC like Wrigley

 History's about to be made, I met'cha in a way

 tryin ya hardest to delay

 My flight batterin, keep the world ringin like *?Sadaran?*

 Lyrics bone shatterin

 Pretenders wantin to be Cinder-rella

 What? That shoe you tryin ta wears, not fittin

 Now we're strippin niggas like a Chippendale

 I'm rippin hell, burnin the devil and inhale

 

 Chorus

 

 In the last days, which side will you be on?

 Nationowl's on the side that I beat on

 I demand put me on

 From the door I use MC's to wipe my feet on

 My shit be bumpin like in-grown hair

 For twenty-six years trained in ghetto warfare

 Nigga, I see more green than St. Patrick

 Pro actors, game of life with no practice

 Controllin craps like I had a remote

 It's a rule, now go enter ya tomb

 No joke, much over I scold

 It's some game for all who's tryin ta split ya coats

 Best believe that these are our last years

 Prepare or get done from the rear

 As we move there, where? The final frontier

 United we stand, divided we don't have a prayer

 

 Chorus

 

 Are you wit me East Coast?

 Are you wit me West Coast?

 Are you wit me?

 Are you wit me?

 Are you wit me West Coast?

 Are you wit me East Coast?

 Are you wit me?

 Are you wit me?