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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 (Chorus) 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 [Warren G] 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 (Chorus) [Mack 10] 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 (Chorus) [Warren G] 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 [Mack 10] 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 (Chorus x3) [Warren G] [Mack 10] 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 |
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1 2 buckle my shoe
3 4 we gotta hit the store 5 6 back in the mix 7 8 Warren G and Nate Bang to the boogy say up jump the boogy to the rhythm of the boogidy beat I don't love no hoes they know so they don't be fuckin wit me A long time ago I met Annie Mae she was killing me softly like everyday penetentiary steel was stickin for real blockbustin through the walls now I'm makin housecalls I thought I'd met a lot of scandalous women and then I met Annie Mae Got a thin big butt like steel But she didn't have a place to stay She was shackin at mine and shackin at his blowin my socks tellin his biz Nate Dogg this and Nate Dogg that 213 skirt and we stay intact So I told the homey Nate don't be mislead ain't no fun if the homey can't shake a leg so I went to the house and knocked on the door and guess who it was Annie Mae I once knew a trick named Annie Mae I once knew a trick named Annie Mae I once knew a trick named Annie Mae Remember yesterday I asked you baby have I seen you somewhere before with just one look the pussy was took cuz I make music that you adore Now I'm not sure and I might be trippin but in 94 I heard a song it ain't no fun unless the homeys can come so Warren G put a condom on Now Nate you know me and I know you I got rubbers gin and socco too so lets do the do on how we do never my boot just a freak that I knew I once knew a trick named Annie Mae I once knew a trick named Annie Mae I once knew a trick named Annie Mae Annie Mae Annie Mae you ran out of time Warren G and Nate Dogg blew your mind cuz if you trickin wit him you trickin wit me you trickin wit the 2 1 muthafuckin I came from rags to riches trustin no snitches thats how we do on 6 C I X bitches buck em fuck em and put em jump in the 600 Benz and dash Hold up Warren before you go just a couple things I got to say Are you goin home I wanna be alone You need to take this home I once knew a trick named Annie Mae I once knew a trick named Annie Mae I once knew a trick named Annie Mae I once knew a trick named Annie Mae I once knew a trick named Annie Mae I once knew a trick named Annie Mae I once knew a trick named Annie Mae |
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If you wanna be with me, yeah,
let me hear you say Warren G, Warren G If you wanna be with me, well well well, let me hear you say Warren G, Warren G Smokin me out to the finish, I thought you knew, I thought they knew, who was up in this, Ron Isley, I's be Warren G, Baby said would ya please come roll deep, Chocolate Thai, I said I, got the hennessey chaser, skirt you look fly peepin them lips, hittin two finger sips, on the 710 freeway, I straight dips wit a fat one rolled up to puff I'm ready to hit it and I won't quit it until I get enough tokin nothing but the bomb thats without no doubt, as she twist up another split she's straight smokin me out *She's smokin me out, smokin me out smokin me out, smokin me out, Oh she's smokin me out with the homey's love I slinkin while I'm thinkin just how good it is, to do it how we do it in the hood I live, passin homies on the block, gettin major respect, and by then y'all the hen dog is taken effect, never panic hit Atlantic then I banked to right pulled straight Nellin B's order steak and rice, with the gravy, baby gets the shrimps and fries, I'm diggin on her figure as I glimpse her thighs, she's satisfied, I left the tip and dipped to get back to twist another zag and to grab a six pack, she went back, so we proceed to parlay, everything is lovely and we doin it always *Repeat (x2) This ain't no love ballad, but see baby I gots to have it, when I see that bomb I grab it, cuz its a habit, so dont come with that toe down stretch, I ain't stressin, Long Beach baby keep smokin me out, she learned a lesson, floatin high as a kite as I chill and lay low, bumpin time is collected, sunday nights on the radio oh, I forgot, how lit I was, crazy glued to the seat dog said she need, so conversation ain't needed, when she know that I'm weeded, headin to the hotel to regulate it and beat it I exhaled, I seen a cloud of smoke, I banged it to the boogie by my head and got locced *Repeat (x6) |
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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 got my gun they might blast at me Real real reality Who gives a if you is mad at me around with Warren G its a tragedy Real real reality Warren G top dog Patrollin the beach 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 Coast in The bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon With nuts hangin' from the city Where the bangers being banging it dont seem like 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 meet in like cycles repeat in 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 mutha and shake busters 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 got my gun they might blast at me Real real reality Who gives a if you is mad at me around with Warren G its a tragedy Real real reality Have you ever sold millions But yet you persist to talk 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 with you So don't with me Let's ride to the east side Slide like a foI 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 that i ride with Hogs attack dogs the same i'm down to die with mutha 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 got my gun they might blast at me Real real reality Who gives a if you is mad at me around with Warren G its a tragedy Real real reality 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 But i'm down for mine 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 got my gun they might blast at me Real real reality Who gives a if you is mad at me around with Warren G its a tragedy Real real reality 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 got my gun they might blast at me Real real reality Who gives a if you is mad at me around with Warren G its a tragedy Real real reality |
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| 3:37 |
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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 (Chorus) x2 Young, dumb, full of fun dum diddy dum diddy you'll get done [Knee-Hi] 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 (Chorus) [Jayo Felony] 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 and all because he was |
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| 3:41 |
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(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 [Mr. Malik] 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 [Badass] 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 [Perfec] 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 [Warren G] 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 (Chorus) x2 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, yeah |
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| 3:47 |
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G-Child-
Playaz, playettes, macks, trues, wannabes All you muthafuckaz, we gonna kick it like this, For the trues Jah Skills- 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 Warren G- 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 Chorus 2x Bring heat to the table and play your cards right My crew got heat we got game air tight Knee-Hi- 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 Wayniac- 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 Chorus 2x Jah Skillz- 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 Trip Locc- 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, stages to rock, when I'm done lounge at the spot Chorus repeats to fade |
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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 (Chorus) 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 (Chorus) 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 Warren G and the Twinz and my girls Five Footaz (Chorus) x2 |
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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 (Chorus 4X) 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 Chorus 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 Lemon bounce to this (fades) |
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*The group Reel Tight in background*
Warren G: 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. (Laughs) Warren G: Be-itch (Echoes) |
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| 3:29 |
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Its that Gz WheeZ back
for the 9 cI ex sippin on the yak so people wanna know whats next ain't nuthin changed another day a new time with this uptempo beat with the G Funk rhy meregulat in state to state coast to coastits all about the call of greens yak lets toast cuz its a ballin society I try to be the dopest in this industry but you dont hear I think ya betta I think ya betta cuz when I get it goin on I ain't gonna let up I set up the g funk family and we funkin up the industry until eternity its alright with you if its alright with me we'll get down to the sounds of the LBC Relax your mind your mind your mind Relax your mind and let your conscious be free in you down to the sounds of the Warren G Relax your mind your mind your mind Relax your mind and let your conscious be free in you down to the sounds of the Warren G It ain't easy bein Gz but the lifestyle I chose the status to which I rose doors I open I'm loccin I'm scopin through the eyes of the G Child I see many try to duplicate the LBC style but it ain't even happenin like that I was time I had to make a comeback and get mine you know I'm genuine been in motion with the potion with Snoop since 89 devotion is the key for me so relax your mind and let your conscious be free the homey just touched down foolin wit a pound put yo gun down so you can walk a safe ground Relax your mind your mind your mind Relax your mind and let your conscious be free in you down to the sounds of the Warren G Relax your mind your mind your mind Relax your mind and let your conscious be free in you down to the sounds of the Warren G I know it's been hard on you for about two soI i had to relax your mind I thought you knew ain't nothin but a Long Beach party with yo hands in the air with the twist of coke and Bacardi all the homeys around and the slingshot t shirts skirts wit the baby fat it'll work pass me the indosmoke and get locced from the beach to the bay makin them sway like the ocean in motion we coastin relax your mind and keep float float float float Relax your mind your mind your mind Relax your mind and let your conscious be free in you down to the sounds of the Warren G Relax your mind your mind your mind Relax your mind and let your conscious be free in you down to the sounds of the Warren G Relax your mind your mind your mind Relax your mind and let your conscious be free in you down to the sounds of the Warren G Relax your mind your mind your mind Relax your mind and let your conscious be free in you down to the sounds of the Warren G Relax your mind your mind your mind Relax your mind and let your conscious be free in you down to the sounds of the Warren G Relax your mind your mind your mind Relax your mind and let your conscious be free in you down to the sounds of the Warren G |
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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 [Mr Malik] 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 [Chorus] Hey DJ lets play that song keep me dancin all night Hey DJ lets play that song keep me dancin all night [Warren G] 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 [Chorus] Hey DJ lets play that song keep me dancin all night Hey DJ lets play that song keep me dancin all night [Mr Malik] 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 |
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(Now, now go)
You got me fucked up (Why?) Cuz I'm a bad muthafucka and you can't understand me (Chorus) MCs dont know how we puts it down K-9 and P-C from East to North town We be bound by honor, or whoever wants to step So either ya keep on steppin or we takes ya automatic weapon [P-C] Nigga back up, see I came to stack up bodies like hits, whats that you wanted to act up, and diss the click a sister, put my niggaz up wetted the grave you wanted to get richer, so offer your beats that made by fade cascade, because yo ass is soapy Mr. Locc you wanna be Mr. low key when yo ass used to be low key you know me so act like you know my click and I'm an assist to kick the shit that you and MD could never get with and speakin of MD, another nigga that used to be from my click act like he double to down, but when it go down, go down he splits this is strictly for all of y'all niggaz that diss me y'all think y'all skills is up to par well stars come out and get me now we got these niggaz out on the streets, and a place to lay my gun? I guess you could say that I got hostess, in more ways than one y'all keep clickin and clickin, my chips continue to stack up? but while you dissin and dissin I'm a tell you niggaz to back up cuz (Chorus) x2 MCs dont know how we puts it down K-9 and P-C from East to North town We be bound by honor, or whoever wants to step So either ya keep on steppin or we takes ya automatic weapon [K-9] (Hey K-9 what about Mad Dog) Well let that nigga loose no better yet just let the dog loose so he could fetch, goin to Vegas to see what he catch ain't gonna be no cases just tell him what he faces and watch him snitch while I lay up in Vegas its either the Raiders or the switch so he did switched over like electric shocks Moms got on pregnant static so they suspected pops did they know about me Mr. K-9 see, clicksta in deep, in your Mama's panties did they know that I was bangin it where at, oh your Daddy's bread be back now she's pregnant and I ain't claimin it your husband's cryin cuz he feels like a chump what, your son is fit to die and he ain't nuthin but a punk huh she can't sayin nuthin cuz she needs my support? but not for the child see the hooker's tryin to take him to court and I'm a body like Jah but accept with mo mil we probably wasmeant for each other cuz we two niggaz they gave us both jams (Chorus) x2 MCs dont know how we puts it down K-9 and P-C from East to North town We be bound by honor, or whoever wants to step So either ya keep on steppin or we takes ya automatic weapon So when the east is in the(when the north is in the house) Back up, back up So when the west is in the(when the south is in the house) Back up, back up So when the east is in the(when the north is in the house) Back up, back up So when the west is in the(when the south is in the house) Back up, back up So my click is in the (when da click is in the house) Back up, back up So when K-9 is in the (when K-9 is in the house) Back up, back up So when P-C is in the (when P-C is in the house) Back up, back up When Warren G is in the (when Warren G is in the house) Back up, back up (Chorus) x4 MCs dont know how we puts it down K-9 and P-C from East to North town We be bound by honor, or whoever wants to step So either ya keep on steppin or we takes ya automatic weapon |
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Ooh, yeah, yeah. What's love got to do. Warren G, rap for me, yeah-eah, yeah, mm mm. [Verse 1] 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? [Chorus] 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. [Verse 2] 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 hom |
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| 4:07 |
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I had to shoot the sheriff it was justifiable
he mistaked me for somebody who was liable for all tha many murders l.a and war fields we keep makin war shields streets keep souls young brothers loose control I seem to maintain through this watch where ya kick it they'll put you in a twist and it aint nobody like my down ass hommie and tha police always tryin to pin some bullshit on me I keep away from fools they do crime and it attracts cops cops got guns and cuffs and cells to stuff you in --Chorus-- Verse Two: They tryin' to stick with some bullshit that I did not do you know who the boys in blue there they go with they assumpitons slaverys over let us have somethin' why you wanna pull me over? Cuz I'm bumpin? I just made a new song my profession is music your profession is protection with gats then use it on him when he's tryin' to take my life away I'm just tryin' to live my life today so I keep away from fools they do crime it attract cops cops got guns and cuffs and cells to stuff you in --Chorus-- Verse Three: I shot the sheriff I didn't shoot the deputiy I didn't have to Cuz in this game they always tryin' to blast you and leave it to tha cops to find out who did the murder they harrase tha wrong clan and arrest tha wrong man the hommie day-dog got strapped but thats okay cuz I'm gonna work for life so he can see another day a hommies a hommie a fake is a snake straight game from tha pen from tha hommie jake so I keep away from fools they do crime it attract cops cops got guns and cuffs and cells to stuff you in |
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| 3:54 |
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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 [Chorus] 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-a |
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