Microphone check one two uh
and you don't stop
microphone check one two uh
and ya don't quit
Microphone check one two one two
Let me clear my throat so I can do what I gotta do
It's expresso, mandle that I'm stacked
Niggaz, tryin to corner the market but I'm back
Bang to the boogie, and boogie to the bang
It's G-Funk for life sewing up everything
Little locs, pay attention
Do I or should I have to mention
44 ways where the grass is greener
from OG to BG is a misdemeanor
St. Mary's Hospital, 10:20 AM
on the street called Atlantic is where I began
Ola May, uh, thats my lady, she made me
on a street under the bridge called hill, thats where she raised me
Transformers, busters in disguise
I say chitty chitty bang bang
brothers wanna gang bang
tryin to represent but dont know about the gang thang
21st where it all begun
begun us on the corner with the homies havin fun
I was a youngsta, peepin from the other corner
seeing sets in the air with big arms now I wanna
be like them, and act like them
and stack like them and try to mack like them
shit, its hard being Warren G from the LB
and like the G's before, you know me
so I'm a stay down, for the eastside
not like you busters, transformers in disguise
One to twenty-one, and you know I ain't gonna stall
I gotta give it up with the homie roll call
OG cry baby, and the homie big roc
Mooch on the side with the stockin can ride
big sugar mama, flee bag and
lady roe guard and marathon they OG see
Salt Lake crew got little shorty Charlotte,
but back to Louis with T-Bone is where I started,
livin in the back in a little pink shack
if you know like I know then bounce to this track
Cerritos bounce to this
21st bounce to this
I said Lewis bounce to this
Salt Lake bounce to this
Under the bridge bounce to this
Elm St. bounce to this
710 bounce to this
P-A-C's bounce to this
MLK bounce to this
Locc St. bounce to this
1-9 bounce to this
20th bounce to this
Suckas be hatin when they know we makin cash
I don't give a fuck I'm still down and ready to smash
Haters be sayin Warren G fell off
How is that when I put the beach and Snoop on the map
The only way they comin to jack you
You better come right to save case and glocks on site
Ain't know body I know checkin for you
I got gold platinum look at my wrist fool
It's a million and one ways to what people say
They gone say what they say but they fail to display
Where I went wrong, can't I do right
In the city I face snitches, with no britches
Quick to judge and hold a grudge
and all this time I showed them love
This is somthing fo you to bounce to
It's for the summer time I'm a hit switches for you
This is somthing for you to bounce to
This is somthing for you to bounce to
This is somthing for you to bounce to
This is somthing for you to bounce to
It's them niggas from the LBC
and we back with the stone cold mack
Cuz the summer time bout to crack
Bud and the bitches come free
It's so lovely dippin wit the Dub G G'd up blazin weed up
Rollin wit a shooby doo
A nine at least let alone die in peace on the eastside
These niggas really keepin' it G
If they don't then they wount, fuck a hater nigga I keep a heat
I am P Soopafly bond to go double plat
Fuck a rat I'm a show you where the trouble at
Step to close I let the duce go strut off wit two hoes
Look how the jucie flows
It's a party and the eyes on me
As I fall in with a small grin, talkin with the tall kain in my hand
I'm so cool, I swear I'm do that damn thang
So vicious with my champain bitches
G'd dub what's really crackin with you
I just signed with universal this game so persal
What's up with you and your boy Snoop
That's my dogg for life how you figure we ain't tight
What's up with 2-1-3
It's comin so start your tape that's runnin
They wanna know is you keepin it G'd
As big Lou Dogg from 21st street
It's amazin how time flys
Some time I sit back and wonder why
Most people don't keep it tight
and most G'z don't G it right
and me I always bounce it right
Make you wiggle that ass till you get it right
Baby what you perkin for
(Warren G:)
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, earn your keep
Regulators! Mount up!
(Warren G:)
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
(Nate Dogg:)
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 213
(Warren G:)
So I hooks a left on the 21 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."
(Nate Dogg:)
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
(Warren G:)
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?"
(Nate Dogg:)
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
(Warren G:)
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
(Nate Dogg:)
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
(Warren G:)
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
(Nate Dogg:)
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
(Warren G:)
I'm tweaking
Into a whole new era
G-Funk
Step to this
I dare ya
Funk
On a whole new level
(Nate Dogg:)
The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble
(Warren G:)
Chords
Strings
We brings
Melody
G-Funk
Where rhythm is life
And life is rhythm
(Nate Dogg:)
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 as* is a buster
C'mon (The Ruff Ryders)
Flame on (Double R, baby)
Flame on, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Aiyyo, y'all niggas take too long wrapping them up in duct tape
Me, I just make sure they stomp like crush grapes
I make the hardest shed a tear
Give 'em a gun, if I had two right here
Two over there, fuck playin' fair!
Y'all niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to tear
Drag just burn that up and get it outta here
Y'all think y'all goin' from heaven to hell?
Y'all ain't goin' nowhere
But in the same town on the same dirty ground
And I don't care how you livin' it up
I even got dead niggas shiverin' up
You can bet I come diggin' you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by
Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus
The one open is at the tip of the nose
When it blows, y'all so-called-pimps die hoes
Don't bite rhymes or flows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, have y'all wanted in dead park
Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think spit mean?
Same bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a snotty scream
Was taught to die in a red beam
Never ask when I need cash
I'm a customer, I snatch your cream
Soldier, cross-over, knock on my door
Wit' Jahovah, huh, know the population's over
I'm causing early retirements
Cuz you blast last when I'm firing
Dyin' in the blood you lyin' in
Went from the full house to the raw house
To niggas tryin' to rip my draws out
Try it now, nigga, blow your jaw out
You don't want my gun to go pow-pow
Well, I'ma have your face the same color
As a tongue of a chow-chow, nigga
These ain't water pistols- they shoot many missles
And when I set 'em off, they scar your bones to the grissle
Only I knew how it was gonna come
Put up in your baby-mom, for your only son
I'm takin' e'eryone
Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
Uh, I'm psychologically fucked up, know the truth
See, I's sick, throwin' up Henny and ?Gook?
POOF! Me gone, I pray for the death of my mother
Until I woked up and hugged her, and told her that I loved her
Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the ring
Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a fiend
Golden ice, I stole for the love of my wife
Then she ran out and dumped me, and po-po pump me
Came home, of course as the king of my throne
Back to Roley's, back to smokin' bones with coley
My demo was better than a lot of y'all records
Bed rocked your ass, calm down, so let the gun go
I murdered some quick for dough
Hit 'em up fast, watched them die extra slow
I lock shop when I come through with the blue tops
Smokin' a oo-whop, with all glocks cocked
Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
See now, there it go
Y'all got it
The East Coast West Coast collabo
Warren G doin' it with my niggas from The Ruff Ryders
Eve, my nigga Drag-On
Yeah, that's how we doin' it, like that for y'all
1, 2, 1, 2, yeah
All yeah, we doing it like that
We flip that, uh
More in the crib
Dru, yeah, D-Funk allstars
Thats how we do it, G-Funk, yeah
What's y'all thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit
Too much smokin' that Sherman shit
I learned this from the best, and got y'all sprung
The, the doctor, Andre Young
Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me
Going hard on the yard, 'till me dogs bailed me
They tells me, I can't precede with it
I came back and got ole G'd with it
We get crunk, spit it when we drunk
Commited to that shit, that makes the gangstas stump
Chumps can try, if they choose to to
With these locs love my dogs like the Blues Clues
So excuse you, I'm the reason for the fame
And all of a sudden, you ain't believing in the name
What? Butch Cassidy, show 'em what we working with
This gangsta shit is too much
Don't be suckas, can't touch
It's working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYC
Warren G, with the gangsta three's, oooh wee!
And the win, on the 7-10 southbound
Duece and gin, getting guzzled down by the mouth now
Smashing a hundred in the car pool
Thats the type of thing that hogs do
My concern ain't the fame, I hope you know that
Status: millionaire, still don't show that
Go back to where I was raised
On the porch is where they got braids, never not afraid
To test my shot, drop a hundred dollar fade
Holla, don't be a major see me in the hood
Off TV, totally un-Hollywood
Still to the good and you know that
Still with me, still when you show that
And Big Snoop Dogg we gonna blow that
Still with it, we all say that we real with it
Until bustas reveal, how we really did it
So what's crackin' now
Got these haters actin' now
Backin' down to this gangsta sound
Westcoast circus clowns
It's on purpose how I spit rounds
You trying to get down
Abnorm with the form, swarming heated
Hitting fools glocks like we got cheated
Repeated simotaneously
I'm bringing bangers with me
So hopefully, moves can be made
We can all get paid, relax in the shade
Sun, snow, it really don't matter
We can all make dough
Eastcoast, westcoast, midwest, dirty south
And big heads, is what I'm all about
And big heads, is what I'm all about
Back up, back up cause it's on
Can you do what we do when we sipping on the brew
Back up, back up cause it's on
Can you do what we do when we sipping on the brew
Conjunction, junction what's my assumption
I'm sipping on the St. Ide's Brew
That's my function
One for the money
Two for the Brew
It's the L.B. to the C. with the G-funk crew
What would you do when we do
What we do when we sipping on the brew
Grab the deuce deuce or a forty-ounce
Dipping through the hood bumping more bounce
I see some P's on they knees
So I turn around on threes
Jumps my ride, checks my Dz
Dz on down to the spot where my knots made
Cause I don't like to dream about getting paid
Fade in the wind
Now it's on again
Heads to the side
Scooped the twinz
Everything is smooth on the eastside
Party on deck I'm drinking St. Ide's
LBC D-E-F-G
I'm H-I off J's bellin in a T-shirt and blue jeans
well few dreams ever come true
well some do, so nigga say (I'm from the beach too)
Long Beach City G's Funkin
and its a pity who many we's punk and drunk
in a hotel lobby at a town near you
housekeeper's high, and drinkin beer too
cleared through the nite
my niggaz movin with the skirts
in the boxes, houseshoes, and slingshot t-shirts
its gettin late, I'm runnin out of gas
so Warren G tryin to see whats up on some ass
really doe, y'all enjoyed the show, good
but what you know about these Long Beach boys in the hood
should anything go wrong and niggaz act shitty
remember fool this is Long Beach city, punk
Can you feel it
Can you feel it
Can you feel it
Can you feel it
Well it was boring until Warren G came on the scene
put the G-Funk with the gangsta lean
its been about 2, is he comin through?
I dropped this one just to show you I'm true
People say Warren where'd you get that speech
in the sandy city right down by the beach
speak, dont speak on, if you wanna speak on
if you wanna get yo groove on, LOC on
to the fullest, bounce rock skate,
a new time, a new rhyme, legislate
thats how we do it in the S-I-X
LBC, 213, and we straight shit at the next
so lets party hearty like Lodi Dodi
we punkin yo city you betta ask somebody
cuz if you dont, we ain't showin no pity
more bounce to the ounce and we rockin yo city
From city to city and state to state
this DJ gonna regulate
so playa hate if you want to, I dont give a fuck
I'm still G-dubb and I'm subbin in my truck so good luck
and have a nice trip
we got y'all town locked down like a vice grip
I'm on the dice tip, shootin C-notes
a dollar and the bones hollerin G-oats
cuz we quotes, them gangsta raps
that ya'll paid for, and we banks the snaps
we perhaps, if you could see what I see
then you might be gettin paid like this nigga Warren G
so fee, fie, foe, I'm from, the LB to the C nigga dont act dumb
outta site, outta mind, so where y'all gonna put us
Beeping of alert signal.
[Ensign:] Captain, the transporters ready.
[Captain:] That's hip.
Lieutenant Marvin, what is the condition of the planets surface?
[Marvin:] It is difficult to be precise.
However, my instruments indicate a condition of extreme rigor mortis, spreading rapidly throughout the population.
Highly illogical, Captain.
[Captain:] A bunch of stiffs, huh?
Well, set coordinates for, ah,
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo wassup? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin boutin the heat
Scapin thru the streets with my niggas bumpin hellafied beats
See us, niggas play for keeps, kill the strong and the weak
From the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin thru the night
Haha, stackin hundreds, we kept the drugs and hoes comin (Come on)
Young gunnin, tortured, no need to be punished (Yeah)
All we have of the system is big cabbage
Lifestyles is lavish, livin my life from Dallas
It was a challenge, livin my life like a savage
To have or to not to have it or nobody can have it
Un-touch-able, inde-struct-able
Get in my way and we're dustin you
As a kid this the type of shit that we dreamed of
Money, cars, bitches and drugs
I prevail, the crack sales then got in jail
Couldn't post bail now my home is livin in a cell
Thirty years with no parole as I grow old
You won't see me on the streets til I'm 60 years old
Why oh why, why oh why, why oh why
It's only for the money
do we live in dangerous lives?
It's only for the money
It's just the gangsta life we live
Why oh why, why oh why, why oh why
It's only for the money
do we live in dangerous lives?
It's only for the money
It's just the gangsta life we live
It's the A, Team, operation regime
Money and dreams got me hooked with schemes
From the Time Square walk to America's best
Long Beach is the spot, got a lot of respect
Cos I'm a vet, regulate and never hesitate
I stay hungry so fill my plate
I'm just a young black nigga tryin to flip an end
Five year probation, nigga fuck the pen
Whattup, Uncle Kev doin eight upstate
I heard you're benchin ten plates, knockin out inmates
It's just a way of life, nigga shootin the dice
Now you hit all craps, now you payin the price
Livin the thuggish life
Why oh why, why oh why, why oh why
It's only for the money
do we live in dangerous lives?
It's only for the money
It's just the gangsta life we live
Why oh why, why oh why, why oh why
It's only for the money
do we live in dangerous lives?
It's only for the money
It's just the gangsta life we live, we live, we live
G, Dove, we, mob
Killin all y'all, that is our job
And if you thought it was The Gang then you hit it on the knob
Slide and flip like cocoa bricks, takin your 6
and leavin it on the side of the freeway on bricks
Schitzomanic, automatic, schizophrenic, six
It's just a psychosomatic, original
Dogg Pound criminal, ya ever heard of me?
Kurupt, Young Gotti, motherfucker D-P
Why is life fucked up? Toe-up
scrapin from the flo' up to the ceilin, the fo's bust
for my children to grow
We live to let go, nigga
Why oh why, why oh why, why oh why
It's only for the money
do we live in dangerous lives?
It's only for the money
It's just the gangsta life we live
Why oh why, why oh why, why oh why
It's only for the money
do we live in dangerous lives?
It's only for the money
It's just the gangsta life we live
Why oh why, why oh why, why oh why
It's only for the money
do we live in dangerous lives?
It's only for the money
It's just the gangsta life we live
Why oh why, why oh why, why oh why
It's only for the money
do we live in dangerous lives?
It's only for the money
Your musical evolution has ended. We control the sound.
Its time we all got down. We bring you electrofonic funk funk funk funk.
We want yo hands in the air with yo mouth shut
with Hershey Locc on the mic and Warren G is on the cut
we make your heart beat, with Hershey Locc and Warren G
We make yo heart beat like the beat of a heart
with these rhymes I release busta B plays his part
get it start, get it set, I bet we goin
G Funk plus timer the energize bunny still goin
ain't you knowin, I'm so seasick and tired of these niggaz
tryin to get us all start up, cuz they got caught up by trickaz now
lock down to all blood clots, Malik and Warren G and we shakin up
spots
plots, when we got work to do
from Atlanta GA to the beach with the Long Beach Crew
ooh, what would you do what we do, what we do when we comin after
They say that drama for they Mama, no we can't talk like Tevyn
wonder why they families cried and died before 97
them and they sins burn to heavy make it all the way to heaven
and we keep bellin, yo G Z it ain't easy tell em
its the second time arizzound
you know we gotta clizzown
Young GFC and Hershey Locc from the pizzound
from OG to BG, from BG to OG
my sounds thump pump pump and you know me
We want yo hands in the air with yo mouth shut
with Hershey Locc on the mic and Warren G in the cut
we make your heart beat, with Hershey Locc and Warren G
Now he's solo while we roll up on yo block like the kesops
makin everybody drop stop and stand it one spizzop
We have it locked, to the tic toc it dont stop
from our block to his block, it is that world bombs a lot
everybody got glocks, but let him learn about
how them worms rock to the worms drop
yeah you heard we rock, microphones by the masses
you never smash it, I get C-Notes diggin for the casket
it gets drastic, no need to ask if, we straight up mashin
if we dont start up all y'all to ball cashin
the throat locc apparatus when
front to back again, what you want we back again
now if a spliff did lyrically gifted, time to rap it then
so everybody throw your muthafunkin hands up in the wind
la la la la la , dee dee da dee dee da dee da
Chorus x2
I got brew D like brady more like trump
like the homey Tracy D who the quick to dunk
follow me, back to the situation at hand
we make your heartbeat bounce, wit ya hands on your chest and your
pecs
open I'm scopin, the homey straight loccin, break we go for broken
what you smokin? the bomb blueberry
G Z Whee Z's back and its scary
to each and everyone of you wannabes
you wants none of these we rap catastrophies
Hey this is radio station Shake That Ass
and I wanna see that ass shakin
Toppin the charts today we got a world a premiere from DJ Warren G,
Hey DJ
I never crash and wreck
yeah best I smash on that
wit my apparatus in these sacks
we bring the cash in these checks
Gz its easy can you feel me
I thought you needs for she Z
they never kill me, but at will see
I grip the illy with the really
and MCs could never twist me unless I was in their Phillys
come on really, I turn silly on billys
to big willys like Tommy Willis
understand the last man standin like Bruce Willis
Hey DJ lets play that song keep me dancin all night
Hey DJ lets play that song keep me dancin all night
Dont let it end till you let it begin,
we want yo hands in the air cuz we back again
with Hershey L-O double C doe, funk by the kilo
and we know, how to keep it on the G Low
incognito, from the Beach to Puerto Rico
I rolls the dice and my nigga plays C-Low
Warren G doe, search the lethal like chico
and nowadays with ways like car lethal
Funk to Kito, my weapons too lethal
I'm checkin on my Mic there's no equal to my sequel
okay party people to the people the people the people the people and the playaz
Hey DJ lets play that song keep me dancin all night
Hey DJ lets play that song keep me dancin all night
From night to day, day to night it stay on
We holla Hey DJ now won't you play that song
Like Teddy oh nah he ain't dead
we gots tah gots tah wake everybody sleepin in bed
cuz if you sleep, you slippin, you creep you creppin
as we sweep you get swept if you ask whats next
you know how my coke in my hindu, you at the venue
To be continued, you know we first up on this menu
Hey DJ lets play that song keep me dancin all night
Hey DJ lets play that song keep me dancin all night
Now as my pen, begin to let loose again
the bullets like duck, duck, goose, stuck
in the middle of a frame, buck, wit a little bit a game, stuck
and its a muthafuckin shame
but I'm still here to maintain and run thangs
as the day gets clearer, I'm lookin in my rear view mirror
and I hear a, nigga that I used be down with
a nigga that I used to clown with
and get around with, fuck the pound shit
they dont make niggaz like they used to
I remember Marley in the Juice Crew
Thats why I stay down with LBC days
it ain't easy
okay party people to the people the people the people the people and the playaz
Hey DJ lets play that song keep me dancin all night
[Verse 1 - Warren G]
Put it together from the start with the homie
Couldn't picture ever having to part with the homie
And even though you're still here in the flesh
It's different on the West, your voice is truly missed
The missing piece, I'm saying it ain't the same
Never leave you alone, praying for one more day
Who these niggas come and get their hooks from
When they need their radio shit spun? Nate number 1!
A true artist indeed, you made your own lane
All these albums we drop will never be the same
Without your voice on them. I'm thinking that's the key
Choked up, smoked out, riding to these melodies
Reminiscing memories, on my way to visit you in therapy
Hoping God make it clear to me, on what the plan is
This dirty game is hella-scandlous, so this right here
Is dedicated to Nate
[Hook]
This is dedicated to you
It's really something special
Making dreams come true
Seems hard to figure out
What this World is all about
This is dedicated
This is dedicated to you
[Verse 2 - Warren G]
From the dope spots, to popping on the charts
Grinding in the beach to make on the streets
Touring overseas, submitting legacies
Writing history with every song you sing
Regulating the era, standing side-by-side
And we down for whatever, was the days of the past
Now I'm looking to the future like
I don't even wanna do music!
But I gotta keep it crackin
It's a challenge when your homie's talent
Hanging in the balance and life is such a trip
I know the world is full of madness
Learning how to walk and talk again? I can't imagine...
What that rehabilitation is like
When that Doc said that you couldn't sing on the mic
What the Hell is going on? It's been writing songs, Hell no, that ain't Nate Dogg!
[Hook]
This is dedicated to you
It's really something special
Making dreams come true
Seems hard to figure out
What this World is all about
This is dedicated
It's kind of easy when you're listening to the G-Dub sound
Pioneer speakers bumpin as I smoke on a pound
I got the sound fo yo' ass and it's easy to see
*singing* That this D.J. be Warren G
Verse One: Warren G
Can I get in where I fit in? Sit in, listen (uh-huh)
Let me conversate better yet Regulate
Shake the spot with my knot, may fade
Cause I don't like to dream about gettin paid
I played ball through the halls, of C-I-S
with Snoop Dogg's big brother, call him Dirty Left
Rack em up crack em up stack em up against the gate
The homies tryin ta catch me but they cain't, wait
Damn, the street lights just came on!
And my momma's in the streets tellin me to come home
I hit the gate and I hops on my Schwinn
And I tell the homies, "Aight then," yeah
Chorus 2X
Verse Two: Warren G
Verse two, (uh-huh), now what the fuck I do?
Catch the bus to Cal State, or chill with the Voltron crew
and make a few ends on the side
Here comes a baby blue van, time to ride
So I hops in the van with my nigga Tick
And Baby Poppa back then, that was my click
We groovin to Santa Anna
and we plan-on, makin hellafied mount of money (hell yeah)
And what I did for extra fees
was break niggaz after work playin get like me
I was fourteen years old, havin a sack
Just a young motherfucker eatin ValuPaks
Shootin dice in the corners of the public schools
And I used to gangbang, but now it's a G Thang
And I still know how to make those ends
You don't believe me, go ask the Twinz motherfucker
Chorus 2X
Outro: O.G.L.B.
Yeah, check dis out, this is I'm O.G.L.B.
knowhatI'msayin? I'm on my little O.G. Warren G
and he just droppin this to let you BG's know
what's happen, y'all got to recognize
cause this is y'know a Long Beach thang
21st Street, but check this out
G gonna go out there, yaknowhatI'msayin?
And handle that shit y'now? Yeah
Chorus 2X
You can never fade thee G they're so crazy
when they start to blaze after dark
You can never fade thee G they're so crazy
when they start to blaze after dark
Now I can take you on a maze of thangs but all I know is street life
20 some years and all I lived was the urban life
shootin dice smokin weed gettin my hustle on
makin anybody raise up that try to do me wrong
me and the homeys on the move tryin to make a grip
bumpin OGs in zone when we dip
not to trip, unless you trip
automatic will release
dangled as peace
I'm stayin soldier to the streets
So tell me how do you feel cuz I can't deal wit the anger
you niggaz be givin I'm keepin one in the chamber
the pressure is thick so I dont quit shootin game
and peepin our enemies violatin in my range
they say it dont change and heres a fact you should know
that niggaz dont hustle no matter where yo ass go
so when you think wrong
I'm thinkin right, are you prepared to meet
gotta be wise cuz everythang ain't what it seems to be
You can never fade thee G they're so crazy
when they start to blaze after dark
You can never fade thee G they're so crazy
when they start to blaze after dark
In 6 before out shacks, cruisin each block
I'm lookin for a space with my 40 glock cocked
Temple, Salt lake, 21st Lewis
I hits MLK cuz I know I gots to do this
some people say Warren would you please stick to rappin
but this fool's pressin me so I gotta start capping
187 now I'm stuck out of luck
in the high powered module lookin crazy as fuck
LBCing to the fullest 21, dominoes
buck wheats, french braids and naked four doors
its my city, my city's all good
Warren G kickin back with the Twinz in the hood
You can never fade thee G they're so crazy
when they start to blaze after dark
You can never fade thee G they're so crazy
when they start to blaze after dark
Press up if you want to, believe that you'll get your feelings hurt
all you hear is the chirp, along with my wheels as I skirt
you shouldn't of tried to fade the Locc there ain't no get back
I meant that, get ready for combat its like that
prayin that my homeys dont flip as I elevate
bringin nothing but heat stayin away from the weak links
be your own man survive
make that money grow
whether it comes fast or it comes slow
Either way it goes we step so I stick and move
refuse to lose I choose to get the blues
paid dues for years, but where were you niggaz then
out flossin the boulevard being hard wit your friends
while I was at home puttin in work
you think you goin jerk
and take whats mine get me twisted with a skirt
I notice the difference cuz I been back
on niggaz they true
but now I see it and its on since its like that
You can never fade thee G they're so crazy
when they start to blaze after dark
You can never fade thee G they're so crazy
Say man, how many lumps do you want?
- Whatchou mean how many lumps I want?
Say man, I'm gonna lump you right upside your funk. Man!
You lump me, I'ma lump yo ass right back.
I don't know why they mad at me
They can't catch me but still they after me
When we deal face to face, is a tragedy
You ask why i got my gun they might blast at me
Real niggaz, real shit, reality
Who gives a fuck if you niggaz is mad at me
Fuck around with Warren G its a tragedy
Real niggaz, real shit, reality
Warren G top dog
Patrollin the beach
Niggaz say they as hard as bitch
But they're as soft as a peach
Claimin the G of all G's
Please
I come blowin through like the breeze
Sittin on threes
Post it
Coastin mashing down Pacfic Coastin
The bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon
With nuts hangin' from the city
Where the bangers is being banging
it dont seem like shit is changing
I holla'd at the homey the other day
G'ded up at the park sippin alisah
One of the homeys took a beaten
So now we spend at being a gang
of checking at the meetin like cycles repeatin
It's just another sunset fall in sea
I can here the homeys in the past callin me
And you know what i discovered
What they keep saying
Keep your mind on your money
muthafuckers and shake busters
Have you ever sold millions
But yet you niggaz persist to talk shit
Get of my dick
You never catch me slipping
Rollin with the heat
Slap the clip in
I never thought the world would started trippin
My life is a trip, though
Hit the crip though
Blow the whistle
They think i banged
So i packed a pistol
Warren to tha G is a G
I don't fuck with you nigga
So don't fuck with me
Let's ride to the east side
Slide like a fo
I packs a fo-fo
When i'm steppin out doors
To the bang to the buggy
If i speak then i spoke
Warren G do it every time to you Locc
Get the party beat like blaze and smoke
The east side and the beach
West side of the coast
You know the niggaz that i ride with
Hogs, attack dogs
the same niggaz i'm down to die with muthafucka
Who's the man
I've been from London to Japan
Stomp land to land
To the Egyptian sands
You can't check me
Dis-respect me
Or mop me up
With the base bumpin' out my truck
And all these police trying to lock me up
Money rules the world
And I made the loot
So don't make me shoot
Cuz trying to mash
Will get you done every time
I ain't trying to hurt nobody
Got a little something for the summertime
While you on the grind
Getting yours
Hell yeah! I'm getting mine
I take trips and dips just to recline
I blaze up the orange weed
To relax my mind
Spend time with my kids on the weekdays
And I holla at my momma and my
Grandma on the threeway
She say, If you do right
Baby boy I promise you live
A long life
I can't argue
I try hard to
Not blast niggas
I walk past niggas
With my head up to the skedai(sky)
Nigga tried to pull a fast one
On Snoop Dogg
To get some shut eye
What I do to him I can't speak
You know the episode
And the code on the street
I keep it all the scriffin' y'all
But real street for y'all
Cause you never know
When you're gonna go, no
You never know where this road's gonna take you
Got to be strong
You got to hold on
Cause you never know, where
This life's gonna lead you
Just Hold on
You never know
From the killing
The robbing
The squabbing
And jacking
Car jacks to kidnaps
What? Niggas be acting a fool
Trying to set me up at the park
But I'm cool
Act a fool
My daddy said throw them thangs
And stay strong
My momma got sick
So I'ma keep it strong
As long as I got my feet in the game
And make this beats
And bring heat to the game
Fuck the fame
I got a little boy to see through
And him without me
Is like me without you
Keep it true
And stay down for your grips
Homies and licks staying tight
Like this
You never know
You niggas never know
Which man are blasted for
Never know which man to kill
Just to settle the score
It wasn't long ago
I had this partner of mine
Knew him just a short time
But he's stuck in my mind
My nigga lived perfect
Said the streets wasn't worth it
If you don't die rich in the game
Then what's the purpose for this struggle?
We stay piece to puzzle
Invest half the wealth
And pray to god it double
We just in this
Trying to get rich at the interest
Keep it pimping
Stay with niggas that's relentless
Smoke dough
Just because I say so
Money pronto
And niggas never would know
That's some good dope
Ain't nuttin' like some good dope
Yeah, umm hmm
That's some good shit, man
Woooo, Spaceketeers
Hey, This is the G-Child
We back big baby
Ooo, ahh (Ahahh, ahahh)
I think I need a fix
I think I need a fix, man, uh
Warren G, G'd up (Uh)
Fuck that blaze the weed up
Got a problem? Best to ease up
Ain't no fightin', I raise the heat up
Gotcha bitch knees up
And by the end of the night, it's beat up
You say you eat dicks, then bitch, well, eat it up
But bring a few friends that's X-tacy'd up, what
Now all I see is we, LBC, 213
G's 'n fleezin', the reason, the season
The click's off the heezy, Mr. Warren G-eezy
Gots to make it easy for Snoop D-eezy
To come back and drop raps and make snaps so easy
The most haunted, and most wanted
With a pocket full of hundreds
You know how we run it
You can catch the bus if you runnin' (If you runnin')
But, oh, no, the game don't wait
No, the game don't wait
All my homies that next to me hustlin' (Hustlin')
'Cause they (The game)
Know the game don't wait
No, the game don't wait (Game don't wait)
It ain't nothin' like a one night stand, a night tan
And a big chest got me feelin' like a brand new man
Roll some doe and nigga gimme somethin' to smoke
Say she didn't love the status, she just love the stroke
Restless, beat the pussy 'til she fallin' asleep
Athletes trippin' off a couple a thousand a week
Just to do the same thang
I didn't even know this bitch's name
She was in my car givin' me brain
X to the Z pass the M-I-C
Anticipation 213 (Ah)
We contimplate (Ah ha)
And regulate (What)
Now we got the game tight
It's money ta make (Money, money)
The game won't wait but you can wait for the game
Worldwide tour, with skirts screamin' our name
Ya know I can kinda dig that
Because the game don't wait on anybody
Ya know, I need a fix (Game don't wait)
Shit don't stop because the game don't wait
I got no time for no damn lunch break
I got to go out and buy some brand new clothes
And change my socks 'fore they reveal my toes
Shit don't stop because the game don't wait
The hookers flock because the dick is straight
Let me teach you what I already know
The shit don't stop, so it's time I go (Game don't wait)
Youngsta never bite the hand thats feeds you
Proceed to give back to your folks and loccs that need you
We do, we always keep it on the true
213, that's the name of the crew
It's true, that the dirt i did as a kid got me _Caught Up_
But I was brought up with the M-O if a D-O
So for your info, nigga
I been doin' this before I hit the radizzo
Snoop D-eezy is off the heezey
So you can make mine, extra cheesy
The crew's a twist cuz it consists of
Do you know where you goin to?
Do you like the things Warren G has showed you... you
Do you know where you goin to?
Do you like the things Warren G has showed you...you
G and Snoop, homeys from the jump and the get go
devoted and quoted back in 84
growin up in the LBC
platinum city, where the big gamers be
involved in everythang from Pop Warner
to whats poppin on every corner
find a skirt if you wanna
tryin to come up in this world
where everything is drama
Beverly was like my mama
W-A-double R-E-N
tryin to get in where I can fit in
catchin a bus with a homey I can trust
3 homeys from the hood straight kickin up dust
enjoyin my days and everythang is fine
15 years old Snoop d whoop on the grind
tryin to find ways to make it, dice shake it
young, havin fun, like me Snoop and Nate did
We be havin fun, no one could do the things that we do
We be havin fun, no one could do the things that we do
I remember all the scams we been through, together
nobody does it better on which you do the weather
the days we used to call first year playin get like me
gettin in fo of zines, I loved em
Long Beach was the hometown
and every spot that we rocked, you know we got down
outside at the club just spittin raps
and every busta that ran up was gettin cracked
underground tapes used to be the claim to fame
Long Beach Was A Mutha was a classic mane
tellin tales about how we was strugglin
and surrounded wit tha homeys that was all clubbin
tryin to make it in this music
quick fast, quick cash, and hittin on the quick dash
we in this game to make hits
and make everybody respect the G-Funk click
We be havin fun, no one could do the things that we do
We be havin fun, no one could do the things that we do
We went from young G's
to sellin million overseas
rollin Dees
and makin money by the trees
to killer Bees, evading all enemies
catastrophies, young GFC's
we made it now, livin good wit no hassles
but still a lot of problems dealin wit shady acts doe
its all a part of makin hits doe
see our careers take off like a US missle
break out the crystal
I spitted it, and now its g funked out, transmitted it
so you can call it what you want
we still goin bring the funk
If you wanna dip with me, trip with me, get rich with me
Then you a world wide rider (rider)
You a world wide rider (rider)
Another day on the grind, it ain't much to do
Fuck with some bitches, hit a couple switches
This nigga's talkin shit I had to bomb on him
Had to get checked, niggaz best respect
Everyday you see me on the paper chase
I'm G, Warren to the G you know me
Throw your hands high, where all my G's at?
They all comin, to where Warren G's at
I keep my game tight, money and money and mo money
And ain't a damn thing funny
How could I live like that, I just can
And when it comes to this game, I'm just too far advanced
I'll leave you waiting, homey whats crackulating
Is it cracking or not?
In the back of the lot?
But this is all I got, I thought it was known
Warren G, Neb Luv, K-Bar and its on
If you wanna dip with me, trip with me, get rich with me
Then you a world wide rider (rider)
You a world wide rider (rider)
Ride with Nine Inch Nails last night and shit
I'm on some more rock'n'roll hip hop shit
Keepin it locked like my zip drive
We goin stay high
Out for the Motza, get you strung out like pasta
All into the roster lady, baby
I'll drive ya crazy, pull your car for the diamonds
I'm gettin shady, swayzie in the plush
Too quick to be touched, give you the head rush
To the front of the stage, like you bout to get paid
I'm lights, camera, watch you blow like grenades
I never serenade, I just party
Marinate, get your cash everybody
Come on and ride with me, dip with me
Get rich with me, sip some hennessey
If you's a, rider, a world wide, rider
If you wanna dip with me, trip with me, get rich with me
Then you a world wide rider (rider)
You a world wide rider (rider)
Big bank tank little bank, nigga what you think
I'm a pass on this million dollar hustle you a fool now
Give me some portraits of some dead niggaz
Take two shots of the best made nigga
These niggaz, talkin too much, they flossin too much
Instead of makin they bucks, bank account runnin out of luck
Now you stuck, do deals fulfill your dreams make cream
Keep my pockets long like streams, no strings
Attached, attack any nigga plottin on my stack
Mo bounce to this, smoke an ounce to this
Make more gold than fish, one wish
Live on top of the world
And better livin for ghetto boys and girls
Peanuts is for the squirrels
Neb Luv, Warren G and me
Talkin bout thick wallets and livin lavishly
Mash on thee enemy
If you wanna dip with me, trip with me, get rich with me
Then you a world wide rider (rider)
Ooh, yeah, yeah.
What's love got to do.
Warren G, rap for me, yeah-eah, yeah, mm mm.
When G-dog, the hog, come up in the place,
There's dollar signs in your eyes and a smile in your face.
You wanna live fat, all for my sack.
You got more drag than a low lo-do, cut the act,
'Cause back before '92 and '93,
You didn't give a damn about Warren G,
But now that I'm slingin' platinum LP's,
All of a sudden, you on my N.U.T's.
Ain't nothin' you can do to make it stop,
'Cause money makes the world go 'round and the panties drop.
I ain't in love though, I don't need the pressure.
I just wanna dig it like I'm diggin' for treasure.
Some of y'all had a good thing that you couldn't keep,
Thought you was TLC, you had to creep.
You say you had love, I said you need to quit.
It's all about the dough, so what's love got to do with it?
What's love got to do, got to do with it (that's right)?
What's love if you don't respect the game (uh-huh)?
What's love got to do, got to do with it?
If you lack in this game, it's a shame, you won't make it.
Now, I'm the type of brother that's down for mines.
Before I made beats, I was down to grind.
Back then, every single homey had my back,
Now they're peepin' my stack and they're talkin' bout jack,
But I'm the same brother day in and day out,
And I'm-a stay that way until the day I lay out in a casket.
It's drastic, 'cause homies is plastic.
Break 'em off some bread, they want the whole damn basket.
If you's a true homey, you would wish me well,
Not plot to see a brother fell, jealous as hell.
We used to get the same riches.
Now your trigger-finger got the itches, schemin' on my riches
Which is not a suprise, my eyes peep game,
211's, 187's it's all the same.
It's all a shame, homies'd jack you for your grip.
Ain't no love involved, because it's all about the chips.
Now for these labels tellin' fables,
Makin' the messed-up deals under the tables.
You think that you smart, but, fool, I'm the smartest.
You can't make no money if you can't keep an artist.
Sign the dotted line, put 'em on the shelf.
Break 'em off some crumbs, keep the rest for yourself.
I know how it goes, treat an artist like you know,
Fly cars, gold, clothes, but no dough.
Since it's all business, I'm-a handle mine,
Keep track of my stack down to the very last dime,
'Cause in this rap game, it's all about the buck.
You bend over for the label and you will get bucked,
Like how we run up in the skirt, and then you're through.
The record label do the same thing to you.
90% business, 10% show.
What's up negros and negrettes?
It's your boy Warren G
You know what I'm saying?
Chillin' with the home boy Mack 10
And we gon' lay a lil' sumpin' down for y'all
Let y'all know what time it is
Show you how we keepin' it real wit' it
You know, cuz this world is built on material thangs
But we ain't trippin' off that
We want y'all to know this, check it
I want it all; money, fast cars
Diamond rings, gold chains and champagne
Shit, everydamn thing
I want it all; houses, expenses
My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple o' Benz's
I want it all; brand new socks and drawls
And I'm ballin everytime I stop and talk to y'all
I want it all, all, all, all
I want it all, all, all, all, all
They say, 'There go Warren G with that envious stare'
I love this game too much, I wish these haters wasn't here
It's a shame, we came too far to turn back
It's a cold world, it gets so hard, you learned that
From falling, tryin' to walk from crawl
Tryin' to hustle up from broke to ballin'
And, yeah, y'all in effect that's all me
The jiggy G-Z, all my niggas that keep it real and do it easy
Believe me, young nigga, fat meat is greasy
And shit stank, so if you plot a lick and hit a bank
And get away, or get gaffled, the very next day
Don't cry, hold your head up high
And remember what you told yourself, nigga
I said remember what you told yourself, nigga
I said remember what you told yourself, nigga
I said remember what you told yourself, nigga
I want it all, so I got to wake up and ball
And thanks to y'all, I got plaques on the wall
Mack 10 laced with the know how to paper chase
Crushed ice, throw my Rollie face in the platinum fan base
From net workin' and hustlin', no doubt, I got clout
And live the lifestyle that Robin Leach talkin' about
Slow down player, don't hate cuz you can't relate
The Bently Coupes and kickin' gears on Harley's with the straights
I got more lime light than Vegas on cable
Will it enable to shoot C-Note "Yo's" at the crap table
And while you can't get off the ground, I'm getting high
A nigga fly and fly, with the desire to build an empire
I strapped up and took flight like a missle
Told them loud and clear as a whistle 'Hoo Bangin' is official'
Handing out gold medallions at roll-call
I'ma ball and never fall cuz Mack 10 want it all
What
Me and 10 get paid escapade to the spot
We hot like rocks served on hot blocks
I notice money make the world circulate
So we gon' stack and stack and take a sip and perculate
Bump, let the woofers sub (sub), show the homies love (love)
Warren to the G (G), and Little G-Dub (Dub)
Surface on the low, slide or don't slide at all
Ride or don't ride at all
Warren, I couldn't be more serious about my 'fetti
I stay tight on the mic and keep the pen movin' steady
I want it all, dog, and it might be greed
I hate to trip, but I got two little mouths to feed
They don't know nuttin' about no excuses and disrespect
Or somebody bein' jank with they Daddy's royalty check
And at that point, I'm through talkin', dog, enough said
So, if you owe Mack money, then I suggest you break bread
I want it all
Mack 10
What up? I know
The paper's out there, ha ha
Yeah, Warren G
What up?
You know
The paper's out there, ha ha
Yeah
G Funk
What up? You know
The paper's out there, ha ha
That's right
What? Hoo Bangin'
What up? We know
The paper's out there, ha ha
That's right, what?
The whole world
Paper's out there
Speak on it
Ha ha
Wrong: All the hood
Right: All the hood rats
What up? You know
He young, he young, he young, he young,
She young, she young, she young, she young,
He young, he young, he young, he young,
She young, she young, she young, she young
I hit the 21 blocks each and every day
niggaz peepin they shoulders in each and every way
no sweat, cuz if I sweat it
I stay true to the game, so I'm not gonna let it
take control of me, fool you can roll with me
from OG to OG you can reminisce with me
about the hutch, about the milk bowl,
two dee took a bank left knockin fools out on
it was me baby boppa and the homey tic
all my folks locked down, gotta make it legit
so I'm a spit, and keep my spittin straight real
I know that you can feel penetentiary steel
locked down all around for the homies touchin down
when my rags get out you walk a safe ground (walk a safe ground)
cuz I'm a let them ride killah
you betta stay inside and keep yo shit on yo side nigga
set trippin wit me
because what I see is greenery, and thats all I see
as the day gets older, dont tweak, take a look over your shoulder
Young, dumb, full of fun
dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done
Livin this life
I can't help but dis my dream
maybe since West anthems(?) I want to roll a beam
clean, but only had to be a mex
now hopefully that 850 lookin spiffy, will come next
I bounced to 120 and Figueroa
yeah, my house posted across from the store
just like that hit by the drive way and park in the back
1986 fools is known to jack
around this click of the hood you found no punks
many gang bangers, dope fiends and drunks
I learned, bunny hops, still rocks and cops
I ran out of boys with toys
and nights sees on hot days
just apple sticks on death
RC cola to break a sweat
now I bet that everybody's comin up
if you turnin the wrong street
lie you bout to get stuck
now what
I ain't no muthaufuckin murdera (nigga) I'm a killah
cuz murderers get life nigga and killaz keep killin
I'd ratha die with my eyes open
so I can see how these muthafuckaz wanna do me
they set me free bullet loco head with the beat what
and these niggaz know they have to retreat when I speak
the younger dumb wanna have some fun
and drinkin liqour way before the age of 21
so how you figure that'll never put in work for that hood he love
you never paid him no attention so who should he love
and to keep a strap on him or a phat sack on him
and some bomb but be patrollin the hood
ran a hoe's name through the mud
and these crooked's stick a strap in your mouth, without a doubt
thats the reason got lost and turned out
he shoulda keep patient
but you was still money chasin
a double life is what that young nigga facin
(Whats up Warren G?)
Whats happenin? I'm just chillin, you know
Checkin my game you dig, you know
Trippin off these fools around the situation, you know its like that
I went from hustlin and slangin to bustin and bangin
I got to keep it real, so fuck not cursin when i'm sangin
now let me tell y'all about this shit, went down the other nite
me and the doggs see some niggaz, just caught up in da hype
tryin to ride and get by like da FBI
cause we know bout them hk's, they right outside
but we never knew y'all had a clue bout what we go through
so tell how the fuck could you speak on my crew
I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keys
It's hard work and it hurts to live life on ya knees
so God please have a lil mercy on my soul
What my eyes see my mind think my hand should hold
The outcome of these actions warm hearts turn cold
Lil snake tryin to blast me wit the gun he stole
We hang out, banged out, same route as the day before
Blessed wit perception, but don't know how my days a go
Could see my nigga hittin wit some pay, a few days ago
Blaze up a flow, sit watch my paper grow
Cautious, in case niggaz wanna cross this
But they can't cross me, I'm way too flossy
Out here makin millions
All in wit the villians
Let's turn these millions to trillions
I've seen it all pop slow unfold, and go
Now it's time to get mo' dough, ya know
I play unda tha wrath a thunder
Electric shocks hot as da summer
More foul than funner, gun ya
In the open range, man it seems strange
Even sometimes deranged inside my brain
I hold the key, identify then flee
Every MC close to me
Cause I'm supposed to be all in wit my chips (nigga)
I'm all in with the crips and bloods
Grips for thugs, I nudge
The homey on his shoulda, cuz every day I'm gettin older
As the world turns and gets colder
Laid back I shot me sumpin, Perfec from dynamic, bangin G-Funk
Well I moved from the East to the West
Word on the street, niggaz wanna test
But these MC's, is scared to buck
Plus they talk too much and smoke too many blunts
You fuckin rookies
Sweet as Mr. Smith's cookies
Ya hate me one minute and tha next ya wanna buck me
He sent a hoe, in the back seat of my fo'
While ya Goin Back To Cali, watch how you flow
Now ya know, about this Warren G Era
G-Funk terror, look into tha mirror
And what you see is the don of the company
(Warren G, Warren, Warren, Warren's to tha G)
You still see, what I see
All of the homies in the LB
Sittin back, and we makin the cash
Warren G, Perfec, Hershey Locc and Bad Ass
And we never knew you had clue of what we go through
So how in tha fuck could y'all speak of our crew
Ya thought this, ya thought that, we thought y'all should laid back
Yeah it's like that,for me it's like that
Sittin back,and we makin the cash
It's Warren, Perfec, Hershey Loc and Bad Ass
Sittin back,and we makin the cash
It's Warren, Perfec, Hershey Loc and Bad Ass
Ya know what I'm sayin Warren G
with my homeboy from the pound Hershey Locc
and the homey Perfec, ya know what I'm sayin and Mr. Badass
and thats how we doin it fool, yeah
we ain't bangin on wacks nigga, we doin it like we should be fool,
Playaz, playettes, macks, trues, wannabes
All you muthafuckaz, we gonna kick it like this,
For the trues
Yeah this crew was tight, went from planning dreams
Now we rockin mics, gettin shit right, stayin on beat,
And servin this heat, through yo streets, jealous hoes peep,
But me, I dont sleep
So you know I catch you watchin
While they comin with drama, I'm blockin and steady knockin
The post is won out the box, it dont stop, hittin our areas and shakin up spots
I'm bakin blocks in four wheel motion
Everywhere I look I see 21 ones floatin (21st Street!)
Then I made a stop at the P-A-C's
Wassup y'all? You seen Tripp L-O double C, now,
I'm headin to the back where the homeys is posted,
Niggaz on gat in case plat wanna get roasted
But you know how that go, in the city of snakes, fakes, hmm and bitch brakes
I shakes, back to the topic called heat,
My beat, your treat, can't nobody fuck wit me,
cuz I'm known from Cali to Rome,
We brings heat, so now its on
Bring heat to the table and play your cards right
My crew got heat we got game air tight
Through thick and thin, see we like kin
And it wont stop no matter what happens,
Man you not knowin, who's tops they be blowin
I brings heat, independant and I will release,
the ultraviolet, bangin beats for the pilot,
Got the sky lit now who really wanna try it,
its warm when we swarm, your area gonna get torn,
and a job that work g funk in the purest form,
for what its worth, I'm a let you know,
I'm hyperactive for those who react too slow, all alone
my fleets movin fast, hand in hand with the aftermath,
my skills was built to last
Forever in a day, but some days we gotta trip,
throwin lics for grits, steady stackin our chips,
the money clips dont fit, now is it the way we dip on,
these and those, mo Gs and hoes, I assumes on a mission, (on a mission)
conditions ain't the same got the average nigga wishin, but still missin,
the simple facts it ain't like that,
turn the tables when the label dont react, its Wayniac
Too much clout I'm havin so niggaz be grabbin at my wealth,
at test a math, set them back on the shelf,
they say we love your skills, I'm good for your health,,
my lifeline droppin the dime on them like a stealth bomb,
will calm a nigga down with my one round,
suppose they act up, my back up's involved now,
GFCs included, my crew is undisputed,
heavyweight champs, known for blowin out yo amps
I had patience but now I'm anxious,
lurkin like a cat on the deal with my sack,
I know somebody watchin the Locc,
can't stop cuz it just start poppin please,
I gots tah have it like Mickey D's,
over 60 billion served rollin on the daily,
can't tell me shit put it in and I won't notice,
me and my niggaz nothin but that top notch,
Long Beach postin up the road blocks,
You can't go through, or around, you gotta turn back,
I'm gettin turned back, ridahs and killaz that dont play that,
known to bring it on when it pop, missions to clock,
G Child-
Mr. President, hey, this is the G Child
Spacekateers, I'm back baby yes I'm back
And Mr. President you're not chillin in the house baby
You're not chillin in the house
Ya know why? huh? huh? Should I tell ya?
You know why? Yeah.. cuz ya ya ya ya chillin in the shack beeyatch!
(Chorus) x2
This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel
Its ya muthafuckin third letter of ya alphabet
put Knight at the individ
its a nigga you can't get with
funky styles, I be showin niggaz
I be blowin niggaz straight out they socks, because
The Dove Shack is comin more twisted than dredlocks
now plot on the shack if you wanna
but if you get caught slipping
we will be dippin
down your block
just to street sweep your spot, nigga
but you can still follow along, grab ahold of my nut sack
because I've got the doja
oh I haven't told ya much love to my nigga Warren
He's a G, hook me, now I'm gettin funky
I'm chillin with my feet up on the table in the shack
with my revolver, problem solver
waitin for a nigga to fuck with this
so I can let his ass know who he is
(Chorus) x2
This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel
2 Scoops-
Its the nigga 2 Scoops, the Long Beach Eastsider
niggaz start to duck when I come cuz I'm a ridah
so I suggest you get the 411 on the shack
we peelin caps to the front, then we peel em back
approachin the wrong way, with no delay I blast your ass
draw for the gat but the Scoop is much faster
you can't miss me with that, step in my path
I let the AK ripper cut that ass in half
I dwells, I bells, in the LBC
the real menace to society
packin up alrighty
a flow, but watch the one I used to abuse this track
we in front of that ass and you still can't see the shack
so pack up your gear and run and hide
(and pass the doja to the left hand side)
we comin like that, it ain't no love for no rat
I guess thats how we act when we chillin in the shack
(Chorus) x2
This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel
As you enter into the zone called the G Funk (now relax)
here a lie a war with the west (Dove Shack)
kicks it is a know em
rip em will be torn
dip it as we flip it
wicked with the Warren G child
see styles, meanwhile freestyles have been rendered
I see the door of your mind, may I enter?
I knock and I promise I wont hurt you
the definition of G Funk is just something to like swerve
to something to smoke herb
to sunk we and we serve
get with the dope herb
take a tall kid beat the loccness
lessons will be taught before caught in the shuffle
flexin all the muscle, livin large is fuckin rustle
I'm Simmons, I'm Robin, like givin
I know you love this funky style
out this world, make your head twirl
hear the less, now play the squirrel as you earl on the track
who am I Bo Roc from The Dove Shack
(Chorus) x2
This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel
Cuz you ain't in the house, cuz you's in the shack
Well it's the super, the duper, the Landcruisin trooper
?Take action? at times, they hang on my rhyme like Mr. Cooper
I'm takin you to a zone that's much far from wackness
So please could you tell me oh bud buddy can you hack this?
Yo, oh no, grab a hold of fadeables, gettin her flows on
like FloJo, rhymes in a marathon
Smooth like chocolate, so call me Big Mamma Kane
Feels like another one goin out for her reign
Step back, because I happen to be on that plus tax
I got more subscribers than HBO or Cinemax
Nile at the mile I rip style after style
Crack dope in all the vials, ooh I'm glad I used Dial
Cause they can't get funky when I'm singin my song
but I just flow on, and so on, I'm stinky cause I roll on
And then I hear rhyme callin I won't give it a rest
That's how I got the motherfuckin Super on my chest
Fly through the sky gettin love
the whole wide world will watch me
Mister it's the, Masta Aces of the spade
Rappin skills are thinner than niggaz on AIDS
Up up and away it's the Super Soul Sis
I talk so much shit I got, halitosis
I knows this, I flows this, I'm funky, you stank
You a walkin blood bank I whip y'all with my shank
Danks for the memories, remember me no remedies
or end in the vicinity or catch a cap like a Kennedy
Cause I'm the Superwoman rapper I deserve a hail
Chasin MC's, got em on the run like Smurfs from Azrael
No bluff, the magic I puff, I'm chokin sho nuff
I'm takin a bite out of rappers if my name was MC Negra
She's hotter than the South land on fire
All you MC's desire, to run through my pyre
I'm turnin heads like the Exorcist while flexin this
Cause it's the Super Soul Sis
Sat on the outside, but now I'm the arena
A superfly mackadocious one you never seen a
soulful, cause I got a bowl-full of soul
Strollin because I have no vehicle to roll
But bring it bring it back to the topic of the solar mind
I can flow upbeat, to a slow beat, and be off beat and still on time
I rhyme, and swim waves of soul like Billy Ocean
Never ashy, lyrics that soothe ya like some lotion
Cause I can Krush any Groove bust on any move ya make
I keep my rhymes attached, like trains to a freight
Break ya Achey like Billy Ray, I'm fuckin up the industry
SPEED DREAMIN SWITCHIN IN THE FAST LANE
SPEED DREAMIN ON IN OVER DRIVE
SPEED DREAMIN GOT IT IN CRUSE CONTROL
TRYING TO GET BACK TO WHERE I SHOULDA BEEN BY KNOW
CADILACS STAND TO THE TREE LINE I MAKING THEN BE LIKE
SWERVING TO THE CURV TIRES PEALIN RUBBER PEALIN
PULL UP TO A HALT BUT THEN IM THINKING SOMEWHAT OLD
TO TALK IN LINE TO BLABLABLABLABLABL..
Yeah yeah.
I got funk for all yall from me to the bid dogs
Get your asses up pass the blunt
smoke sum, after this go and poke some
Um excuse me warren I got something about substance abuse
roll a half ounce up jump in my shit
hit a swith watch it bounce up GOOD GRIEF
Meet me in the ELCO with GOLD LEAF
RIM big pimpin like Filmore Slim
Tinted rim Mista Grimm rollin' shotgun hop one
drop one, nigga hit'em with the BOP'N
Yeah I got the chronic its ferocious
you can feel it in your bones like osteoporosis
West coast shit, Im grabbin my go nads
and slangin' gangsta vocabs straight of the notepad
Aft the dope sack quote that gangsta funk
Warren G what ya'll thought bringing the FUNK
You listening to G rhymes and I'm here to drop lines
I got that funky fly shit that you wanna hear all the time
All in your system like menthol YES YA'LL
just remove cd from packet then install, in your stereo here you go
new material grand imperial, eat your Mista Grimm cereal
Hit the floor whats rough rugged
twenty four karat nugget like the
microphone's right here n my gucci leather I'm thugish ruggish
To the bone marrow and soke n linen apparel talkin the double barrel
black super hero RHYMIN' rappin sittin busting like its nothing still puffin'
coughin chokin wild up in the fan's in Oakland floatin swerving taking the dirty version
between persion sippin burban brand new escursion MESSEGE
Salt kills snails not playa's its that West Covina rhyme saya yeah
Mista G R I M we didn't drop one with my uncle George we didnt lock one
Atomic dogg knee deep, in the fast lane
With the 454 engine block burnin' rubber for a block cycle like a Hich Cock flik
trick, send us your thoughts, streamin while let'n our shots adrenaline pumpin' G dub say somethin'
SUPERCALAFRAGALOCUS you could quote this off that purple
you can blow this light up pass it around
WE MAKE THE WORLD GO ROUND LIKE THIS G FUNK SOUND
I keep the pedal to the medal speed dreamin
slidin' dip n glidin' chocolate tide eye
com on jump in lets ride hop in the mother ship
and dip with Mista Grimm and Warren G
grap that shiznit
Heres to that someone who cant take the puressure
Mercy for that poor fu who made the news
Who feel pissed on that insist on killing all men
cant take the sorrow of the horrors of his abuse
It ain't worth the sorrows to cuase the death ......all men
Hes a discrase to the species in to his face with some feacies
Big nose mothafucka got it comin'
How many licks does it take to get to the center of a sucka
How many days you have to be before you get absent
Warren G with the P you beta step asside I'll stick my foot so far up in your ass
The water his knee will rise above your head and drown before you get your ass kickin'
Stomp stepin' in footsteps hard to keep up with
Good evening, morning, afternoon, wherever, whosenever,
whatsenever, we wouldn't give a damn.
We want to welcome you back into the house of G-Funk.
Hmm? That's right.
Since we last left ya, we had went international.
And one thing we noticed about everywhere we went,
it's a whole lotta folk funkin',
and don't know what the funk they funkin' wit.
Huh?
Check this out, this is
Warren G, chillin' wit' my homeboys
Reel Tight.
That's how we doin' it all night.
So, screw your wig on tight,
smoke a joint,
take a shit,
cause we gonna rock this
motherfucker tonight.
Yeah, if you want it I got it ya need it baby
yeah, its Warren G beeyatch
Jah Skills-
(Jah Skills will just speak)
As I enter the G-Funk Era
(tell me why you tweak)
well I dont know why however
my mind is throbbing
I went bobbing for snapple
mixed with E&J; so my insides just crackle pop
snap long time ago ya lost ya flow
now you realize wack MCs I must chastize (what)
the gun totin bumpin indosmokin
bad ass english cuz its broken
couldn't turn my styles even if ya had a token
you was hopin that I would quit but (aww shit)
I'm hangin around like nut sacs with a dick
I'm sick, I know that styles abstract up your ass crack
lovin this shit called rap ass burnin through your back (Jah Skills
muthafucka)
I'm stoppin fools like blood clots
my lyrics rang out to stop parties like there was gun shots
why oh why oh why well why not
shouldn't I represent this shit called hip hop and it wont stop
Warren G-
Well are you high yet
Can you recollect ya talk shit you get checked
Mr. Smutly I'm not a punk thief
let me break thee, smoke thee, choke thee and locc thee
muthafuckin M-I-C right now how
wow how dow wow how dow piggy pow
its me, the Warren to the G gee G Z
its me uh can I just please thee
rock the muthafuckin M-I to the C all day all night
cuz I will just fuckin fight till I get mines
my ends, let me roll with my friends
nigga you can't fuck with this cuz uhh I bends
when I bends my style
you can't see this cuz I'm wicked and wild
Mr. Smutly just slow ya muthafuckin roll
its me Warren G on the muthafuckin gangsta stroll
rockin with the T-W-I-N-Ss
so uhh let me just bless this
Bo Roc-
Have you ever heard of a nigga called Warren G
Trip Locc-
there ain't no puzzle
I lets it be known that I'm the trip
locc packin mo stackin mo shit than I did before
the real niggaz from the Eastside, darkside
breakin off fools in my way on this whoo-ride
so best believe that I'm a threat
(fuck a chin check)
I'm a shoot him while my nigga blaze up the buddha
and when we light it up, its on
a taste of the Chronic, another nigga gone, but gettin his head
flown
(so what you really wanna do) I'd a done it
cuz yo mouth like zip loc so I know you wont run it
top notch glock cock so you remember
the flow that I kick is nuthin less than a life ender
so watch yo step before you step into my path
tryin to take whats mine is some shit I just roll past
Wayniac-
Let me tell you how it goes
prime example of a night stalker
caught up in that bind
usin time with my hood as that street walker
(gang bang) so I'm gonna have to take whats mine
notorious bitches but I dont love no one time
so peep it as I take ya down the backstreet
show you how I do it (how ya do it)
I breaks em off to get my ends meet (pow)
victim of the ghetto so I'm sluggin
the man wont give me mine so the whitey I'll keep muggin
I'm trapped up in a cycle but I'm keepin my humanity
cuz I ain't goin out (us niggaz always keep activity)
niggaz say I'm crazy but to others I'm just nutty
cuz I dont give a damn, ya life ain't shit without no money
thats why niggaz keep doin niggaz but I'm not that nigga to be done
ya fuckin around and set it off Long Beach is where I'm from
G Child-
Whoo!! Spacekateers, in case y'all didn't know
That was Warren G, that was Jah Skills, and that was the Twinz,
hahaha
This is the G-Child, spacekateer space cadets
It ain't nuttin wrong with you
Me and you (we do it nasty, nasty)
I once knew a girl named LaShonda
short little cute thing
with a pinky diamond ring
she was iceless
my game was so priceless
givin her a facial
I was G'd up
from the feed up
pushin the bent
with the midnight tint
huh, heaven sent
I once met a girl in the valley and
half black half Italian
ass like a stalian
coke bottles shake
as she likes to watch herself on tape
breakin nuts shake, but wait there's more
she keeps my nuts in her mouth like a squirrel
pranksta with a pearl
held my balls so long
I call trouble when I'm with my girl
there's a law for that
we ain't trippin, we hogs for that
it ain't nuttin wrong with you
me and you
(we do it nasty, nasty)
I met this Puerto Rican named Sehonnie
she was as bad as Carmen
chillin in New York and I cracked her in Spanish Harlem
straight dime
body bangin like a baseline
and the face fine
I had to spit dip waste time
Mr. Passionate
everything her body was immaculin
the presence like a gift to men and got packaged
fuckin fabolous
she say "damn he fat"
then I still fuck the ass (how you do that)
push up on 'em till they fall to the plot, damn it
uh, hog 'em while they fuckin roll, goddamn it
call me fat boy with a fat dick to mash
to lick me baby and I might lick you back
lickin you back
she's gaggin with a dick in her trap
and stickin is fat
I'll pull it out and tickle your cat
I put the smash on her like Shaq
she want the cash on her
I ain't havin that
you need to check yo' trap
I got rose cap
G'd up, 213, please believe that
I stay pimpin in a bubble I Benz
with hoes stubbled up and cuddled in the back with my friends
I slide up on 'em like a cross fader
the hook up later
and serve this dick like a waitor
I ain't tryna date her
when it comes to bitches
I got more game than the olympics
I get up in their mind and analyze and twist this, psychology
for no reason I'm recievin apologies
break her down mentally
have her stockin and follow me
trick be swallowin me
for a nine on the vein
cuz I'm the fuckin boss, she's my employee
I ain't hatin, I appreciate you freaky ass style
Well...
Kinda hungry
Have you eaten?
Hardly any
Walking down sunset boulevardnelly
I had this miner on the lock
She said
That mutha fucker look finer
Than a fuck
But he's an eastcoast cat
Pure jelly ass
Nigga kick a rap that can impress
My L.A. ass
Disrespect
When I didn't deserve it
Hey you acting like earning the
Best rapper walk the earth yet (no)
I guess some big tymer tapping her
I huff, and puff
Blew her fat rat ass off
Blaze her
Shit, in the face
The most rapper
Why she acting like it didn't know
While I pulls up on her Rolls
I gets in it
I'm like bitch it's
Best you write down your number this minute
Catching her going
Just sparking off
And she came to her sister
Before the car took off
We know what to do
If we give you the chance
You'll fall in love
And all the time won't remain
The way you look
Your touch is fine
But I won't let you blow my mind
Lodi Dodi
We like to party
My nigga slick rick
Can still rock a party
It was 12:15 when I hit the scene
Fresh out from L.A.
Touching J.F.K.
I was on my way
To go get my bays
I'm a real one from L.A.
So I gots to say
I hit my nigga slick rick
And said I'm in town
Get some puerto rican freaks
Cause it's got to go down
So we hit every girl in the N-Y-C
I'm rush associated
So what's up with me
We fucked and flee off the hennesy
Girl just for me
Hit'em all for free
Beyatch!
What?
Fast as suave-a
Boss will flip the script
The number one draft pick
So the G's is thick
Roll with Rick
Nigga that'll roll with me
Every man feel free
When he making a G
Is money constant?
And money all that I see?
I'ma breath this shit
Money coming with me
What you want with it
The boss stay committed
To drunk trying to pive it
Still I bust the sickest
Check it
Wreckless major carrots
In my necklace
Black lence and go kill'em with ??? shit
Perfect it now the game's obtain
And this don pieces eyes
Peel jocking the ring
Trade the sex face
Baby keep the pace
Lots to do
Little time
And is love to make
Promise you my pearl
Baby this my world
And even broke without a dime
You still be my girl
Call me Dub-A-Double-R-E
N be the end last letter be the G
G be for Griffin, smiffin, like Wesson
Niggaz, that be 'fessin
I'm crushin your whole chest and
In combat if they fat I'll skinny em
Six times the terror pass the Era to Millineum
G-Funk, bumpin in ya trunk
Call me booshe nigga, LBC me nigga
Straight from Long Beach
Where, we gets more naughtier than Comaneche
Can you say roundoff hand spring
Do ya triple somersault fools will be flipped I'm sure
Long Beach, right by the water
Respect is due when you walk through the border
Line, if you dont you might find your face in a gutter
Long Beach will get ya wets
The homey just whistled, gave us the signal
To act the fool with the pistols, pierce the gristle
One way out homey, in the cut
Heat cocked, beef for weeks, heat for block
Techniques to rock, the blocks socks
Unorthodox, cannon cocking bandit nigga
I daily rock the planet nigga
Scope out the vicinity, start seperatin(what?)
those thats cool and those hatin
Every nigga in between
Got 5 seconds to evacuate the scene (yeah)
Hit the stash (nigga)
Nigga what the fuck you wanna do
Talk, blast, nigga think fast, fast fast
Hit a nigga wit a little gangsta love
Gangsta love
Hit a nigga wit a little gangsta love
Gangsta love
Lets go to war, no, not with guns
Blast you with heat, original beats they run
Fast and faster, Master like P
Or you can just say, Master Warren G
I'm bout it bout it, highly touted
And I doubt it
if I let another nigga take my tracks and re re-route it
I truck more styles, like my Yukon I puke on
The rest of these niggaz, trying to contest
Hold up, who's speaking of contest, no, none of that
We get gats beats technique rat tat tat tat
Splat, and ya flat, pure satisfac
X marks the spot of the brutal venacular
You drinks down like dracula
Listen here buddy you'll be found left bloody
Its the beach nigga, straight up
Before ya hate, get ya weight up
Or get wet up now what up
Yeah, yeah OGs
My nigga Warren G, uh huh
Thats my OG
My nigga Nate Dogg, my nigga Snoopy, my nigga RBX
They're my OGs, my real OGs
You up against the aces nigga
It all takes place in many places nigga
Several different faces nigga
The streets can watch me nigga
But the streets is up against Kurupt Momar Khadafi nigga
OG, juggernaut, jagged edge, homey two to the head
As the sprinkle spread
Death will kiss ya, fuck around with the Militia
Stalking till the big homey Nate walked in
Same old niggaz in the same old place
Long Beach city is where I was raised
I keep my heater right by my side
Won't stop mashin till I get my prize
Even if you blind we can make you see
The perfect combination Nate and Warren G
When we bust we hit em everytime
Ain't no secret its about that time
Hit a nigga wit a little gangsta love
Gangsta love
Hit a nigga wit a little gangsta love
Gangsta love
Gangsta love
The Blues has always been totally American
As American as apple pie
As American as The Blues
As American as apple pie
The question is why?
Why should he Blues be so at home here?
Well, America provided the atmosphere
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
I take a look over my shoulder, as I get older
Gettin tired of mothafuckas sayin' "Warren I told ya"
(You don't hear what I hear)
But it's so hard to live through these years
With these funny-bunny niggaz, ain't shit changin
Got my mama wonderin if I'm gang-bangin
But I don't pay attention to these father figures
I just handle mine, and I'm rollin with my niggaz
Off to the VIP, you see, Snoop Dogg and Warren G
Unbelievable how time just flies
Right before your eyes, but you don't recognize
Now who's the real victim, can you answer that?
The nigga that's jackin, or the fool gettin' jacked (Yeah)
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years
Another sunny day, another bright blue sky -
Another day, another muthafucka die
These are the things I went through when I was growin up
There's only one hood, and niggas shit be throwin' up
And I knew it, There really ain't nothin' to it
Thinkin' every fool's gotta go through it
Now let's go back - (How Far?) Back in time
Draggin to these hookas tryin to mack for mine
I remember when we all used to stop at the spot
Back then my nigga-name was Snoop Rock (huh)
It was all so clear
Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, then eighty-nine's the year
You say "everywhere we roll, you can say we roll thick"
Way back then two-one-three was the click
Somethin' to stay paid I was just a young hog
Warren G, Snoop Rock and Nate Dogg
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years
You make me wanna holler, get out the game
Too many muthafuckas know my name
While Snoop Dogg's servin' time up in Wayside
I puts it down on the street, don't try to take mine
I had to reassure the homie that he wasn't alone
We'd talk, and him n Nate'd conversate on the phone
He kept sayin, "Nigga, it won't be long
Before a little skinny nigga like me'll be home"
I said, "Snoop, things done change, it's not the same
We need to get about the game
Cuz we can get paid in a different way
Wit you kickin' dope rhymes and I DJ"
Well as time goes past, slowly we try to make it
But things are gettin hectic, I just can't take it
Should I A: Go back to slangin' dope?
Or should I B: Maintain and try to cope?
Or should I C: Just get crazy and wild?
But no I chose D: Create the G-Child
It's been on ever since with me and Mista Grimm
This shit is gettin so hectic that I can't even trust him now
What would you do for a Warren G cut?
Would you act the fool and nut the fuck up?
Back the fuck up, act the fuck up?
Niggaz talk shit they get smacked the fuck up, straight up
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
[WC talking]
[Warren G]
Take notes young locs, I advise y'all to slow down
Glocks, K's, and eagles trying to put a murder down
Watching fools servin' found
Put your eyes on the prize, hitting switches
And getting bitches with plenty riches
And if you bang homie, do that
But when your ass gets slapped with that 25, handle that
And all you see is the glamor and gold
Don't know the other side of the game is where it's scandalous and cold
Your destiny is in your hands, you got control
Wasting time with your life until your ass is old
Trying to be bold, a hog and a pimp
Eighteen years old, HIV in the limp
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
Can't fuck with, what you asked for
Sometimes you just should let go
Get what you need and not want
Some folks believe and some don't
These are the ones that don't last
Hard head makes soft ass
But it was something that I had to have
I just had to have
[WC]
Whats crackin' gangsta
Little woe G sake with a bang loose
Dickie sagging how should kicking it
Bangs with me, nigga let me swang with you
Hop in this cut dog, and split this game to ya
I see them niggas that got ya tatted and called it paddering
A clutch and a glock, banging on niggas at the bus stop
Putting in work, leave you broke, cloke white shirt
Doing dirt trying to gain strikes for the turf
Loc, what up, shit I knew your brother
You used to bang with him, when you was a little motherfucker
Until they amputated both of my legs, circled the block
Caught your brother slippin' and flippin' the lead
One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one
One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one
One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one
When G dog the hog come up in the place
There's dollar signs in your eyez
And a smile in your face
You wanna live phat off of my sack
You got more drag than a low lo tho, cut the act
Cause back before '92 and '93
You didn't give a damn about Warren G
But now that I'm slangin' platinum LP's
All of a sudden you want my N.U.Ts
Ain't nothin' you can do to make it stop
Cause money makes the world go 'round
And the panties drop
I ain't in love though (I ain't in love tho)
I don't need the pressure
I just wanna do ya
Like I'm diggin' for treasure
Some of ya'll had a good thing, that you couldn't keep
Thought you was TLC, You had to creep (You had to creep)
You say you had love
I say you need to quit it
It's all about the dough
So what's Warren got to do with it
One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love
One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one
One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love
One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one
Now I'm the type of brother that's down for mines
Before I made beats, I was down to crime
Back then every single homie had my back
Now they're peepin' my stack
And they're talking 'bout jack
But I'm the same brotha
Day in and day out
And i'ma stay that way
Until the day i lay out
In a casket, its drastic
Cause homies is plastic
Brake 'em off some bread
they want the whole damn basket
If you's a true homie
you would wish me well
Not plot to make a homey fell
Jealous as hell
We used to get the same riches
Now your trigger finger got the itches
Schemin' on my bitches
Which is not a surprise
My eyes peep game
211's 187's It's all the same
It's all a shame
Homies are jackin' you for your grip
Ain't no love involved
Because it's all about the chips
One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love
One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one
One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love
One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one
Now for these labels tellin' fables
Makin' them fucked up deals under the tables
You think that you're smart
But fool I'm the smartest
You can't make no money
If you can't keep an artist
Sign the dotted line
Put me on the shelf
Break me off some crumbs
Keep the rest for yourself
I know how it goes
Treat Warren like a hoe
Fly cars, Gold, clothes, but no dough
Since it's all business, I'ma handle mine
Keep track of my stack down to the very last dime
Cause in this rap game
It's all about the buck
You bend over for tha label
And you will get bucked
Like how you run up in a skirt
And then your through
The record label do the same thang to you
90% business, 10% show
Ain't no love in this game
Cause it's all about the dough
One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love
One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one
One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love
(Whats up Warren G?)
Whats happenin? I'm just chillin, you know
Checkin my game you dig, you know
Trippin off these fools around the situation, you know its like that
I went from hustlin and slangin to bustin and bangin
I got to keep it real, so fuck not cursin when I'm sangin
now let me tell y'all about this shit, went down the other nite
me and the doggs see some niggaz, just caught up in tha hype
tryin to ride and get by like tha FBI
cause we know bout them hk's, they right outside
but we never knew y'all had a clue bout what we go through
so tell how the fuck could you speak on my crew
I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keys
It's hard work and it hurts to live life on ya knees
so God please have a lil mercy on my soul
What my eyes see my mind think my hand should hold
The outcome of these actions warm hearts turn cold
Lil snake tryin to blast me wit the gun he stole
We hang out, banged out, same route as the day before
Blessed wit perception, but don't know how my days a go
Could see my nigga hittin wit some pay, a few days ago
Now we back in the mix with some more clips and paper though
I can't do nothing but enjoy myself
gotta do it myself, got a gang of wealth
its bloodclottin muthafuckaz seem like they want it all
but they can't, trying to fake on me and my doggs
if I fall I fail, gotta retrace my trail
cross C's to clock G's I bell with bell
I keep the throw downs for mine
Warren G, Dogg Pound clockin the doves and come
serve your whole fuckin hood with some bud and rhymes
Plus you niggaz dont mash like mine, throw em 17 times
money like a muthafucka, homey give me mines
paid, I come stomping like a parade, the escapades
psychoatic analysis, as I consume, always cartin the mushrooms
with clear sight, the daylight's like the night
a closet full of Franklins, a G's paradise
a nice 40 ounce a O.E. on ice
precise poetic performing nice on mics
Well I flew from the East to the West
Word on the street, niggaz wanna test
But these MC's, is scared to buck
Plus they talk too much and smoke too many blunts
You fuckin rookies
Sweet as Mr. Smith's cookies
Ya hate me one minute and tha next ya wanna buck me
He sent a hoe, in the back seat of my fo'
While ya Goin Back To Cali, watch how you flow
Now ya know, about this Warren G Era
G-Funk terror, look into tha mirror
And what you see is the don of the company, that nigga
(Warren G, Warren, Warren, Warren's to tha G)
You still see, what I see
All of the homies in the LB
Sittin back, and we makin the cash
Warren G, Kurupt, Hershey, Daz and Badass
And we never knew you had clue of what we go through
So how in tha fuck could y'all speak of our crew
Ya thought this, ya thought that, we thought y'all should laid back
Yeah it's like that,for me it's like that
Sittin back,and we makin the cash
It's Warren G, Kurupt, Hershey, Daz and Badass
Sittin back,and we makin the cash
It's Warren G, Kurupt, Hershey, Daz and Badass
Thats right
Ya know what I'm sayin Warren G
with my homeboys from the pound Daz Dillinger, Kurupt the Kingpin
and the homey Malik, ya know what I'm sayin and Mr. Badass
and thats how we doin it fool, yeah
we ain't bangin on wacks nigga, we doin it like we should be fool,
[hook]
as i travel this lonely gangster road
just me and my negroes
we still got bomb hydro
we just double independent
and the night falls that's when young girls go home
big girls put on small clothes
a party we will throw
a party we will throw now
[the game]
all i need is the chronic to keep me fit
a bad bitch, a project apartment and 2 pits
red chucks of red big to keep my kush lit
thank god for what i get but never really needed shit
i'm a hustler nigga, that's how i got this red bentley
slay the competition and told them that dre sent me
walk in the smoke like what up loc
cause one always got that bomb dot com that make me choke
we gonna twist up, 8 for nate blow the smoke through the clouds
and hopes that it reaches the pearly gates
now, how many niggas wanna throw up a dub
and be surrounded by the baddest bitches up in the club yeah
it's the math blood, sixes on the ave cuz
phantom got your girl pussy wetter than my bath tub
fuck her all night, wake her up at 6
lil mama grab your shit, get ghost
[hook]
as i travel this lonely gangster road
just me and my negroes
we still got bomb hydro
we just double independent
and the night falls that's when young girls go home
big girls put on small clothes
a party we will throw
a party we will throw now
[warren g]
click clack what up, zig zag run up
nic nac paddie whack, twisting up a fat sack
tic tac toe up, i be in them streets like an intersection
i got connection, from every section
critical, political, it's killer cal'
roll it up, now pass that shit around
my mental is cynical, original
thinking you could see us
i'm like nigga how?
i'm in that diamond lane, i'm in that diamond chain
glissing and glowing, i'm sipping liquor i'm blowing zippers my nigga i'm on one
i'm pushing the zone up, i'm sitting up, my pistol shining my chrome up
my nigga game got the gun load
one shot mix a nigga brain like some gumbo, oh, oh
all that tough talk nigga, what for?
shut your scary ass up at the front door
[hook]
[warren g]
could nobody diss my nigga, damn i miss my nigga
pour out a little liquor, big nate dogg nigga 213
from the city by the sea, where the g's ride,
turn around baby let me listen to the b-side
slap that, tap that, after that, east side
as i travel this road i see the street sign
ready for whatever, berrettas you know i keep mine
[the game]
mr l-b, c-p-t nigga we be, og to bg, that's what we be, killer (what?)
cali-forni-a, eh, know the strap, hop into the six stray snoop, what up loc
i'm headed to the east side, g ride throwing up everything but the peace sign
gold daytonas, gangbang persona nigga trip, i'ma pop the top off his corolla
[hook]
Sometimes I sit back and think about how it was
When I was young, I used to think it was you I couldn't live without
Somehow, life took a sad route
Sometimes the wind blows bad enough to take a plane down
Your straight bullets killed children on playgrounds
Bullshit got me about to smoke a whole pound
Meanwhile, I smile, hoping I can rebound
Somehow the LBC streets ain't the same now, without you
Things ain't been the same since you ain't around
But I stay strong game tight, hold it down
Warren G, I never played a blackground
This song is fucked up, because you gone
Oooh, I see ya standing there
With the moonlight shining in your hair
Oooh, It makes me reminsce
Over and over, again and again
Nothing means more to me, than family
When one lost, its sad to see, damn its me
A friend you will always be
Above all things, you taught me to persue my dreams
With joy it brings, at times when I sit and think
I know inside you smiled down, proud at me
I just need one more drink, damn
At night I can't sleep, I admit that its hard to eat
It's all good, I ain't trippin'
Tried to show me the right laws and guidelines
But I ain't listen, I'm sitting here lavishing and living
And I'd give it all back because you still missing
Lord please hear me, ease my soul
I woke up one day and my mom was gone
I'm in the zone wishing I could call your home
Sing your song, tell ya that I'm out on tour
All alone, I just needed to hear your voice on the phone
Mother and son, though I'm grown
Life moves on, I need you mom, a quiet storm
Differences and right and wrong
As I move on, since Warren G ain't gone
The stitch is on, set the tone, the page I'm on
Is having fun, having a ball, living life
I'm still here, wishing you was home
Over, over, over, over, over
Again, again, I miss you
Ohhh mama, don't know, don't care
How I keep it strong, keep moving on
Keepin' it strong, keep movin' it on
Keepin' it strong, keep movin' it on
Keepin' it strong, keep movin' it on
Flow, flow on
Flow on, flow on
(yeah, straight floatin)
Flow, flow on
Flow on, flow on
(flow, flow)
Now I told you once before its the mad punk
kickin rough stuff, quick dunk
nigga back the funk up yeah
give a nigga room yeah
give a nigga space
throw your hands in the air, westside's in the place
word up, I got the formula, I'm mixin up the brew
take the 40 to the head now what you gonna do
deuce tre is in effect, like Keith dont Sweat
dont need to break necks just to gets my respect
I stay smooth, until you try to get on my rough side
(what side) westside, fool try to take mine
ya start to wonder, I know your name is Stevie
dont think about it fool, cuz you know you can't see me
23, the number's on the tip of your tongue
I got ends, and you can't have none
so a, slow ya roll deuce tre is in control
listen pay attention and do what you are told, as I flow
Flow, flow on
Flow on, flow on
(yeah, float on)
Flow, flow on
Flow on, flow on
(yeah, keep floatin)
Tickity tock, dont stop, yeah the clock is still tickin
ya booty chicken rhymes, mine's a finger lickin
bloodin, crippin, I hear ya body callin
I caugt it with my bangin cuz my skills are into ballin
(Mary J) ain't the way for me
I gets high off my jumpers and my dunks you see
so when the fans start to scream with the ooh and the ahh
I like the bop bop, bop bop baa
(Its like 3 into the 2 and 2 into the 1)
Big balla 23 and my job ain't done
I get started like the hammer, I finish like Shaquille
when ya think ya heard my best well fool look a here
look a here no fear, rap crystal clear
flossin in my chevy with the wind in the air
but its a westside thang, mic size thang
winnin battles ain't nuthin but a chicken wing
I eat em one by one, good clean fun
no need to bring a gun, come and get some
of this lovable, hugable, my skills are so incredible
stay like Jodeci, I dont know its time to go, as I flow
Flow, flow on
Flow on, flow on
(keep floatin)
Flow, flow on
Flow on, flow on
(yeah, straight floatin)
Now a verse 3, I think its time to wrap this thing up
Warren G flex the cut, make it go bumpidy bump
in my speaker, my sneakers go sqeaker, damn
look at honey over there with the nice smooth features
she's on my nuts, oh no here she comes
(How's about a 68 and I owe you one)
I ain't wit the slippin, trippin, forget about honey dippin
I'm too caught up with my ends to be spittin and drippin
Not Teddy, but I had the 1, 2 checker
(She know you got the money stackin high) yeah I betcha
(Do I know you from somewhere, boy you look familiar)
I'm the Snoop Doggy Dogg in ya life so can I hit ya
later, cuz its my time to wreck it
say my praire, rock the crowd, bring home the checkered
spend a little, save the rest another show again
no complaints from the dog cuz I love them ends
got some fools tryin to break me off proper like
see me bouncin in my fo yeah I'm hoppin right
no need for the noise, whatcha shoutin about
check my rear, three wheel motion, peace sign and I'm out
Flow, flow on
Flow on, flow on
(yeah, float on)
Flow, flow on
Flow on, flow on
We'll like to welcome y'all back to the club
I'm your host this evening, Mr. Tadah!
Ya dig, club Toe Jam, is once again off the hook
For ladies night, ya dig, everynight
Right now, we would like to bring something very special for you
Check it out
Oooooooooooooooh
I like them girls with the tight black skin, dark and fine
Thats the kind of girl I wanna play with tonight
I wanna do some nasty thangs, wanna make her scream my name
I like the girls that don't say, "what?," know that she fine
Always knows her line, because she knows she's a dime
Put her on platinum chains, got her own cash and things
I like them girls, their sassy ways, sassy ways
Oh I like them girls, man I could stay there for days
Ooooooooooooooooh
Why you so cute, why you so big
Why you bullshitin', come and deal with a pimp
Put your bags in the trunk, holla at your boy
You can spend the night, we at the Elroy
Doing things that we shouldn't, couldn't
Girl you got that good chocolate pudding
The best in hood, whats goodin'
She got the wizard of west wood, like old John Wooding
But how could I need that
I'm looking for feedback, because I can't believe that
I fell into a little tree sap
I got a woman at home, ain't fell in love where the weeds at
Started off with a dime, but by the time I was thug
She was less than a duece, I'm telling the truth
Confessing with you, I'm just messing with you
Because on the real baby girl, you put in the S in Snoop
See I rock baby, nonstop baby
Warren G baby, shake that thang lady
I see you picky lady, you be tweaking lady
Pulling that '38 snub out your stock end baby
You put the G in the dub, we hot fuckin' in the tub
I ain't trippin' off baby, so why you trippin' off cuz
I'm trying to get my money right
So you could kick it with baby, but get your mind right
What the fuck is up, you messing with a G
Warren to the L to the B and the C
Regulate get cocked and be original
The game don't wait for female individuals
So what you saying, you trippin' off my homeboy
We ride like that, you know what I'm sayin'
Hey baby, just take the grabic
Restless, haha
The East Coast (y'all know where I'm comin from)
I want it all, Warren G man
(T) Tikki Diamond, (Nigga D), don't forget, haaa
Check it out y'all
Call me Tikki Diamond 2000, I'm the future
I'm the voice that'cha need to get used ta
I want it all, y'all probably know by now
I want the world, y'all probably know by now
Here's my life, look at the three in front it
Bentley, me and Warren G in front it
Bougy nigga, I call lunch "brunch"
Old school, I call punks "chumps"
What's life without the best of it?
What's a half a ki if you ain't got the rest of it? Feel me
It's just the ways of the pros, the nay's and the no's
If y'all wanna see me, wear shades at my shows
You get G's like a fool, Killa Bees like the Wu
I ain't satisfied til I squeeze somethin new
I want it with no miles, brand new smell
Put my life on wax, you'll be like "Damn it do sell"
Well aah, I want it all, I'm destined to ball (ball)
With plaques on the wall (wall), got somethin for all y'all
From ounces to quarters, and quarters to ki's
So when you come to the town you're watched over by Gz
The head honcho, buckin fools like a bronco
C-E-O, shootin cilo, ten be-low
A true vet on the worldwide set
Y'all don't know about them M-16's with bayonettes
I want it all, money, fast cars, diamond rings
Gold chains and champagne, shot every damn thing
I want it all, houses, expenses
My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple of Benz's
I want it all, brand new socks and drawers
And I'm ballin everytime I stop and talk to y'all
I want it all, all, all, all
I want it all, all, all, all, all
Yeah
Yo, niggas eyeball my ho cos I'm sunk in the seat
Gettin bent, but shit I deserve to eat
I hit the blunt for my bad broads
Hit a shot from the 4's for my dead dogs, pull off
like, fuck the world, I don't owe y'all nuttin
If I do, take it in blood, the Memph don't front
I pump, for the goods, nice house in the woods
But I'm from the projects, it don't look that good
I gotta pissy elevator (and) a dog staircase (and)
tre-8 and crack, wan' fuck with that?
I got beef with the D's for the way I rock my jeans
Stand on the corner with blunts and Coronas
Couple of birds, and I'm tryin to hustle for birds
Throwin dice on the curb, twistin up this herb
I want money the fast way, the crack stash way
Gat blast way, the last laugh way motherfucker
Aiyo, listen up faggots, my bullets gon' do more than nip you
It's gon' place you in sometin black where they gotta zip you
Rain wash away the chalk, and according to who you are
While you're snorin in the morgue, you'll get a drawing on the wall
You can't see me so don't look, I pop off cops like moon shook
Shells will fill you up like home cook
Forget about the book, ain't no recipe when y'all step to me
It's only one way up and that's if y'all don't pay up
Y'all pays forth, them days is up
You're lucky if you'll be able to
walk straight enough cos I'm done with beefin
Like a bad stomach but I puts the runs in these niggas
Cos I was raised, if a nigga ass cheeks make him an athlete
Some niggas say I'm spoiled, nigga how's that?
I ain't got no mom and no dad, I ain't know where the fuck my house is at
All I knew is where them ounces at and what I'm countin back
[Warren G]
This DJ, he gets down
mixing records while he go round
to the Hip to the Hop you just dont stop
producing funky tracks till it makes you drop
conjunction junction, whats my function
I'm hookin up tracks so that niggaz can function
its not Pete Rock or that nigga Dr. Dre
its this muthafuckin nigga from around the way
the one who brings you styles on timesy, whymsy
thats why its so hard to find me
conduction, construction when I bust choo choo, bustas
its a must when I bust when I bust, I gotta come correct
the R to the E to the S-P-ect architect
yup nigga no I'm not tweakin
its one of the 16 minds that I'm speaking
the W-A the double R the E into the uhh
A-B-C-D-E-F to the muthafuckin G
ooh shit as I flex I wrecks I checks
so whats next
[Mr. Malik]
Oh who's next, to catch flack on the menu
I snap necks when I flex let me continue
send you, on a mission when I rock
it goes on and on and on and you know it dont stop
yes I'm back on another route, ready to take em all out
now can't get with this, cuz they get faded without a doubt
check em, I wreck em like 1-2-3 why
they can't fuck with that rude one Malik
will I drop, can't stop it, lit it up like a rocket
when they get out of line I grip the nine out my pocket
lock it down, yeah thats what I do
how could you come solo nigga when I run through ya whole crew
I rule, fool, act like you heard it
the one I run with, can't remember the last he murdered
dem do away or them get dealt with
give the noise I want silence, no bubbaclad bullshit
nigga, its all about my grip
so the one who starts to slip is the one who gets ripped
kept a chip on my shoulder not now that I'm older
they, all of me, the LBG high roller
cuz back in the days on the side where we sat
niggaz a come up missin if they didn't have they strap
so why, try to be, like me
just when you pull back a G and I think I'm Mr. Malik
(Chorus)
Well if the beat is funkadelic then the tune is right
Mr. Malik and Warren G so tonights the night that we spark
we spark in the dark when we do it in the park
[Mr. Malik]
Well its the A to the B
(and the C to the D)
Hey my name is Mr. Malik with that DJ Warren G
(Mr. Malik can you hear me)
Yes I'm the host with the most they can't get close or even near me
(I said a tick, tock, tickin to the Era)
I said a pick which glock bitches get shot its still terror
(terror, terror, pick which glock)
which one? (the black one with the big pin lock)
me and Dre and the fly honey so those who wanna get dropped
nigga go knock, knock I trick a flow non-stop
fly double I never slip trip or flip flop
the tune is funkadelic, the crew was right
but if Malik will make ya smell it then tonights the night
for me to stay trump tight
up with my nigga Warren G
thats sorrow when you borrow but you can't be oweing me
whats next
[Warren G]
Woo!!
I say whats next, whats next whats N-X-E-T
its me, Warren to the muthafuckin G
flowin with my little homey named Malik
yes, everybody will just tweak
off the new style ill ease that we got
yes, its me Warren G on the block
pump pump, block glock, let me just tick tock
its me Warren G on the muthafuckin rock n roll
stroll, then stiff back to the rap
its me with the big black mack 11 strap
so let me uhh flix into the flex
Woo!! So whats next
(Chorus)
Well if the beat is funkadelic then the tune is right
Mr. Malik and Warren G so tonights the night that we spark
I saw ppl dancing in the streets
Streets of a lonely city
Listen to the beats
The people strike their feet on the lonley concrete streets of..
streets of a lonely city
Some niggaz quick to get it confused
This is where its cracking at (wassup ?)
Big city of music
We're only half of that
What happens after midnight
Goes up spoke of
Cos broke niggaz where im at they dont show no love
I done witness the concrete jungle in
Watch the niggaz turn soft and leave humble-in
Since i been young i hung out, hard knock
Played my hand when they delt my cards
Now check it out whats real is whats happening
Now this is where i deal with and where i live at
Not to many of us make (make it) it to see the day we able to make a statment (statment)
The ways of the world has gone crazy
Two things never change, thats the music and what the rules of the game is
Now everybody knows ur name
It aint no other place to turn
But i better get a hold on this street shit i learnt it (learnt it)
I saw ppl dancing in the streets
Streets of a lonely city
Listen to the beats
The people strike their feet on the lonley concrete streets
streets of a lonely city
Take it back when i never had much
A little bad nigga scrappin over mad stuff (gimme that fool)
But i was born with a hunch for this shit
My nigga dead beats, still i hustle a bit
Help my mother make ends meet
Its hard is god watchin?
Non stop while the cops roll by on my block
I see paper dancing in the street
So whats the chance i can make the money work for me?
But it hurts to see yo niggaz doing dirt
For a livin so i put in work with this gift i was given
Now might i mention that i was blessed by god
And im down for anything that makes life less hard
No matter where you are it can happen to anybody
Its how it was when i came up
And now i talk about it
LBC city of music
G-funk you tell me
Waiting around a crew of thugs
That parade in blue, and yelling cuz (whats up cuz)
Ate by selling drugs
'38 snub in the waist, in case fools lose love
These days still the same
I can steal the flame, eyes kill with the pain
So I advise y'all to chill with the games
Entertain for the cheddar and the change
So fuck whoever, in the fame, forever a man
Around my dogs, banging the pound, swanging the town
How we choose, now I'm aggravated and assault is my next move
Success means issues, so I guess it's time for me to disclude
Handle mines, we use pistols
G's move with the conscience
When we disaprove of that nonsense
Ex-cons with that gangsta gangsta gangsta shit
Here come another hit
I think it's time we do it, they said it couldn't be done
Still we making paper, still we having fun
I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G
Tightest combination, in the industry
Here comes another one
I can see us smashing up the shore past laws thats lost
2000 Ucon Excel, duel exhaust
TV screen, DVD, E-mail
Passenger, bad female, what the hell
Stash spot, with the hollow head shell
Niggas start trippin, I'm on the next tail
Hands free, callin' up my nigga Warren G
I pull strings, like Mya Landske
Bulletproof, emotint you can't see
Mr. G rollin' up weed, afghany sensee
Bad MC, Mike Fiend, you the know spinage
Like wintergreenmint, talk shit
Sleep with the fish, you cement
New residence, with no hesitance
It gets tints on the floor
Staple center chick, next to Denzel and Nicholsen
Phil Jackson whistlin'
Mean mugs in the club, mean nothing to us
In South scene, me and the team trying to fuck us some sluts
Dying to fuck, I chuck us when we step through
Poppin' our collars, with our nephews
Next to you, you got millionaires moving
Hitting the dance floor, stealing their groovin'
Doing they damn thing, and ain't worried about a damn thing
But man, thats the celebrity ways
Poppin' a litty got some rappers scared of these days
Industry ways, thats how Hollywood pays
Uh, top dollar when I dip my Impala
In front of the club, make your woman wanna holla (holla)
At a playa though, what's your dude yo
I keep it gangsta, I ain't trying to be rude hoe
Oh, you know how that shit go
Would you like to go with me, down my dead end street?
Would you like to come with me, to village ghetto life?
Let me tell you bout the village where I dwell, it's a...
Living hell still tryin to make a heaven outta this right here
Watching fo' the postman hopin fo' paper
Please stop the bus mister driver, wait up we got...
Rock fights where the dead end meets
The stop lights is out so it's dead in the streets
The countyline look long, but I'm kinda hungry
So I pack a sack lunch, and got on
Late for class again, it's half past 10
And moms gonna whoop ma ass again
Now and then I get the feelin that the world is mine
I start sittin back watchin time fly by
But uh, I'm so proud to say
That the ghetto is the reason that I'm loud today
And you come get a glimpse of what's happenin
See for yourself how it is where I live at
It shouldn't take long to see, the place that belongs to me
It's all good, ain't nothin like home to me
No Diplomas but I, got some knowledge out of
My other partners that made it up outta here
And now not a whole lot of us get rich
But like the old saying goes "Ain't life a bitch?"
Ah shit, the Landlord just raised the rent, fuck that!
Dem old days that came and went like this
There's more ways you can use your time instead of
Looking for shit that you used to find
By the age of 16 ya finally come to grips
Livin life like this and nothin else mean shit
Looking for a smooth getaway
Cool, cuz soon I'll see a better day
And if not - then I gots to deal with it
I ain't makin this, up hell naw it's real nigga
No more suprises hopin I can open your eyes
And so I'm trying, instead of lookin up in the sky
I'm in the fast lane speed dreaming
Nappin on cruise control please believe it!
In my city when you see it at night, look different than it does in the day
Ain't no tellin what'd happen if it wasn't this way
I ain't trippin off of shit it's a good thing
I made a name off the local neighborhood gang
And at that time I started rhyming
And, set up a hill without help to start climbing
And I've been around this for a minute
You gotta get your own mix and get wit it
I made myself, learn to pay myself
Nigga the game don't wait so I'ma stay myself
And now you can go and tell another nigga
Definitely On The G Funk Vibe
This rap shit got my own cactuses
like we never slept on the same mattresses
Young age football practices
Biscuit shine, Five of the ones on the waistline
I ain't worried about no platinum change
I'll give ya a 59 with a batman ass go range
Ok, musta being the zodiac
V.I.P I really don't let this shit get to me
I just flip tracks, spit facts
get relaxed, with G Funk laxed in the back
We stay in the ghetto, havin a tap with rugrats
cats, and taps, with flaps
Foul language, old english it's dangerous
It stays the same and never changes
G Funk is here to stay
I pop a cap
domino's and spades
with a bag of gange and smoke it all day
there's a staircase, its a true 21
Here's a toast to the thugs
High drop 4 sheezy, drinkin' ma bud
i still love n-a-t-e
rollin from the sheezys
With a dress code like dubsy and a circle arse
I need a dope beat, a dope beat
Just holler at your boy named Warren G(I wanna)
A dope beat(with my), a dope beat
Just holler at your boy named Warren G
Y'all know me, the G from the 213
LBC, Regulatin, skatin' on all them Dayton's
Bankin' back on them singles
With the Henney's and the Jimmy's
Like I'm all tall, short, and like dark, thick and skinny
I'm a ladies' man, Mercedes and
Proper ice, livin' nice, as far as gravy stands
Ain't nuttin' changed, me and Snoop's still the same
Plus Nate droppin' weight with the classic thang
Now I remember way back, at the bachelor set
Slip my brother, Dre, Snoopa tape it, put it in the deck
The party started bangin' and they both shook hands
And made it legitimate for the G-Funk Fans
Now after that, they hit the top when The Chronic dropped
Remember 187 on the motherfuckin' cop(I wanna)
It's Still A G Thang (with my), where we hang and claim
East Side 'til I die, or I rise to fame
I need a dope beat, a dope beat
Just holler at your boy named Warren G(I wanna)
A dope beat(with my), a dope beat
Just holler at your boy named Warren G
I got my own style, I got my own pal
If you don't know now, then nigga, you better slow down
Spendin bills, bendin' wheels, people think I steal
Puttin' cameras in my grill everywhere I chill
Kick back, I spit facts, and twist our tracks
Drank gin with The Twinz, see a bitch I mack
Cuz if I ain't in the studio, I'm deep in the hood
Anyway gettin' paid like Warren should
Dre teachin' me to work a beat, now I'm bangin'
And I been with platinum, now my album slangin' (I wanna)
Hangin' with my G's (with my) from the LBC
With the homies that I know will put it down for me
Well known, keep my chrome, and I hold my own
But I'd rather roll and flow and be holdin' the shows
With the G-Funk Family earnin' a Grammy
You can't see what I see, and don't understand me
I need a dope beat, a dope beat
Just holler at your boy named Warren G(I wanna)
A dope beat(with my), a dope beat
Just holler at your boy named Warren G
I'm on my way to the studio, beatin and thumpin
Scoop D from Long Beach got some heat from Compton
Hit the Eastside manages to see whats crackin
Got some MGD, just watching for jackin
Its a hard knock life, ya heard Jay-Z featuring Annie
No Limit like Snoop, thats when the grammy
Hit the Beach in the Long gray and black caddy
Reminiscing on my great escapes through the alley
Damn I done grew up and things done changed
Just shakin my head, trippin off the game
Its so much you gotta do to keep it real out here
But ain't nothing guaranteed cuz ain't nothing goin' give
I need a dope beat, a dope beat
Just holler at your boy named Warren G
A dope beat, a dope beat
Hey, nah ya goin miss up on the G-Funk era,
ya know we said things won for Warren G, and soon turned superstar
11-10-7 D that was my intro
but now I'm makin doe, I'm rollin a 64
cuz things get shady where the grass is greener
brotha throwin up sets in hoods like they neva seen a
young mack daddy do his thing cuz I pack right
I got 44 ways to make you act right
and its a shame how the game must be played
it was told never fold by the brothas you can't fade
so raise up off this young hog
cuz I heard you punkin some but you can't punk me y'all
I got my own thang cuz I let my beat swang
if you wanna bring it, bring it on no pain no gain
so as I creep can you peep what I speak
techniques unique, so what you sayin is obsolete
so there it is as I go about my days
I can only bring it to you like this in so many ways
I'm bein true,ain't no fakin wit me
brothas plottin on me, tryin to test if I can see
but I'm peepin out the scene for the peeps who give me props
for stayin out that madness, you know it ain't goin stop
in so many ways I let em know, in so many ways I let it flow
but you still dont hear me doe
so I'm a break it down cuz its quite elementary
this is for the homeys in the penetentiary
AB, Baby Poppa, Big Arch from the block
and the homey Jay Dogg, stay down cuz you's a hog
I got plenty love, and homey love stays
I can only bring it to you like this, in so many ways
I stay true to the game
but some stay blind to the fact
that if I don't look good, you dont look good
so please rearrange and change the thangs you doin
you playin yourself cuz you the ones gettin screwed
as I, ease on down the rick road
as I shift from first to second, cruise control
so swack up the doja
cuz I got the drink, and dont think
we dont roll without a full tank
of that bomb, that we call the funk
cuz I am the G and the funk is what you want
now, lets take a trip to the other side of town
brothas flip flop and they neva stay down
wanna be all they can be, but gettin held back
tryin to take what is mine, (what) what type of lick is that?
so, this is for the homies stay down for your pay
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