Hvil i fred, Nate Dogg

Time does change, but the music it remains the same

I hit 'em with the, music from the slaves

Oooh my goodness what my ancestors gave

I don't want you to, think I don't know

They taught me how to reach deep down and touch the soul

Without my music, where would I be

You taught me how to cry and still refrain a G

You keep a lotta soldiers at ease

And together, in the next level, we'll see.