• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• We Want Yo Hands Up - Warren G
• Somethin' To Bounce To - Warren G
• Why Oh Why - Warren G
• WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT - Warren G
• To All D.J.'s - Warren G
• St. Ide's Promo - Warren G
• Yo' Sassy Ways - Warren G
• World Wide Ryders - Warren G
• What's Next - Warren G
• I Want it All (Remix) - Warren G
• I Want It All - Warren G
• Transformers - Warren G
• This Gangsta Shit Is Too Much - Warren G
• Still Can't Fade It - Warren G
• Friends - Warren G
• Flow On - Warren G
• Speed Dreamin' - Warren G
• Ricky In Church - Warren G
• Reel Tight Intro - Warren G
• Runnin Wit No Breaks - Warren G
• If We Give You a Chance - Warren G
• It Ain't Nothin' Wrong With You - Warren G
• Gangsta Love - Warren G
• Do You See - Warren G
• Young Fun - Warren G
• We Got That - Warren G
• We Brings Heat - Warren G
• This Is Dedicated To You - Warren G
• What We Go Through - Warren G
• This D.J. - Warren G
• This Is The Shack - Warren G
• Keepin' It Strong - Warren G
• Super Soul Sis - Warren G
• Streets Of LBC - Warren G
• Here Comes Another Hit - Warren G
• G-Funk Is Here To Stay - Warren G
• Ghetto Village - Warren G
• Dope Beat - Warren G
• Ricky And G-Child - Warren G
• Reality - Warren G
• Can You Feel It - Warren G
• Young Locs Slow Down - Warren G
• You Never Know - Warren G
• What's Love Got To Do With It (Remix) - Warren G
• What We Go Through (Promo Version) - Warren G
• The Game Don't Wait (Remix) - Warren G
• Star Trek Intro - Warren G
• Regulators - Warren G
• Party We Will Throw Now (ft. Game & Nate Dogg) - Warren G
• So Many Ways (Remix) - Warren G

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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)

[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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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