“To my young homeboy, who ain’t never gettin’ out
Here’s a record for you homie, cause I know you got clout
One love, Eastside, that’s how we do ride
D.P.G.C. we do or die
Oh yes we fresh to death, nonetheless
When we was out, we was rockin’ Guess
But guess what?, now we rockin’ Snoop Dogg clothin’
And every nigga in the click straight rollin’…”
Why “Real Soon” popped in my head today is beyond me. Not that I’m complaining either since it does harbor one of my favorite hooks ever and reminds me I need to send a letter off to one of the homies locked down right now.
Always and forever, R.I.P. Nate Dogg.