Special The Game (Ft. Nate Dogg)

[Intro: Dr. Dre & The Game]
Aw man! Aye Game, don't tell me you love her
I mean I like the bitch, I don't love her
Next thing you know you gon' be all boo-boo'd up with her and shit
Fuck that!

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man, it's easy to see you're special to me
Whether we lovers or friends, we'll always be
I want you to know, you're special
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man, it's easy to see you're special to me
Whether we lovers or friends, we'll always be
I want you to know, you're special

[Verse 1: The Game]
L-A-X to J-F-K, that's where it all happened
Caught you walkin out that Gucci store in Manhattan
I was in chains and cuffs, you was wit'cha girls
I was in that Aftermath chain, you was in pearls
It was me against the world baby girl; you had dreams of stardom
The Prince of Compton meets the Queen of Harlem
First date at Mr. Chao's it was kosher, I wore culture
The fur, the Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada, Dolce
You're runnin circles in my living room, tearin up sofas
McLaren or Rover, fuck it ma let's tear up the highway
Let the Sprewells spin 'til the plates fall off
Then we can go one-on-one in Dre's house
Jeans painted with the waist cut out, you rock 'em the fly way
That lil' bit of Compton mixed with Bed-Stuy way
And girl, I'm not tryin to excite you, I'm tryin to wife you
Bamboo earring, white Air Nike you, yeah