Hey Y’all Eve (Ft. Nate Dogg & Snoop Dogg)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
E-V-E, E-V-E, E-V-E
And you know, you better know

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I keep some Chuck's on my feet, khakis on my legs
Trunk full of funk, nigga while I'm breaking bread
Sliding through your system, banging, bobbing heads
Doin' mines and I don't care what other niggas saying
They can pop it, but they can't stop it, boy I'm gettin' mine
Selling clothes up in this bitch like Calvin Klein
Getting cuties to shake they booty at the same time
I'd be damned If I go back to jail for the same crime
I'm too slick to get caught up in this dirty game
I'm a scholar that make dollas off the birdy game
Crip hoppin' I got it popping on the boulevard
Man, I ain't fucking with Chevys, I got my own car
D-O Double you don't wanna rumble, why you testing me
Oh I know, you must be gone off that ecstacy
Bad habits you better kick it before it get you low
And try to get yourself hooked on this chronic smoke
Fo' sho

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Hey yo, dogs from East to West Coast
All my dogs we could smoke
We 'bout to take some bank roll
Everywhere that I go
Man I see the same hoes
I know they already know
Yea, we like it real raw
Snoop, E-V-E, and Nate Dogg