Lyrical Breakdown of Regulate (feat. Nate Dogg) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Regulators, we regulate any stealing of his property And we damn good too, but you can't be any geek off the street Gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean to earn your keep Regulators, mount up It was a clear black night, a clear white moon Warren G was on the streets, trying to consume Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk Just rollin' in my ride, chillin' all alone Just hit the Eastside of the LBC On a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G. Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak All you skirts know what's up with two-one-three So I hooks a left on the two-one and Lewis Some brothas shootin' dice so I said, "Let's do this" I jumped out the ride, and said, "What's up?" Some brothas pulled some gats so I said, "I'm stuck" Since these girls peepin' me, I'ma glide and swerve These hookers lookin' so hard they straight hit the curb Won'tcha think of better things than some horny tricks I see my homey and some suckers all in his mix I'm gettin' jacked, I'm breakin' myself I can't believe they taking Warren's wealth They took my rings, they took my Rolex I looked at the brotha said, "Damn, what's next?" They got my homey hemmed up and they all around Ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down They got guns to my head, I think, I'm going down I can't believe this happenin' in my own town If I had wings I could fly, let me contemplate I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold Now they droppin' and yellin', it's a tad bit late Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate I laid all them busters down, I let my gat explode Now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode If you want skirts sit back and observe I just left a gang of those over there on the curb Now Nate got the freaks and that's a known fact Before I got jacked, I was on the same track Back up back up 'cause it's on N-A-T-E and me, the Warren to the G Just like I thought, they were in the same spot In need of some desperate help the Nate Dogg and the G-child Were in need of something else, one of them dames was sexy as hell I said "Oh, I like your size" She said, "My car's broke down and you seem real nice Would ya let me ride?" I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell The next stop is the Eastside Motel I'm tweaking into a whole new era G-Funk, step to this, I dare ya Funk, on a whole new level The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble Chords, strings We brings melody G-Funk, where rhythm is life And life is rhythm If you know like I know You don't wanna step to this It's the G-Funk era Funked out with a gangsta twist If you smoke like I smoke Then you high like everyday And if your ass is a buster Two-one-three will regulate