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from Nate Dogg, Warren G - Party We Will Throw Now! [single] (2012)
●♪추천 팝송 4..
Aussi HBC Lessons Learned (Feat. Rachael Yamagata) Cary Broth.. Both Sides Now Rachael Ya.. God Only Knows Brian Wils.. 곡 40 | 담기 12 | 추천 2 |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 6 - THE # 1's (Can't Live Without My Radio) Pt. 1 (2009)
This D.J.
Intro/Chorus: Warren G It's kind of easy when you're listening to the G-Dub sound Pioneer speakers bumpin as I smoke on a pound I got the sound fo yo' ass and it's easy to see *singing* That this D.J. be Warren G Verse One: Warren G Can I get in where I fit in? Sit in, listen (uh-huh) Let me conversate better yet Regulate Shake the spot with my knot, may fade Cause I don't like to dream about gettin paid I played ball through the halls, of C-I-S with Snoop Dogg's big brother, call him Dirty Left Rack em up crack em up stack em up against the gate The homies tryin ta catch me but they cain't, wait Damn, the street lights just came on! And my momma's in the streets tellin me to come home I hit the gate and I hops on my Schwinn And I tell the homies, 'Aight then,' yeah Chorus 2X Verse Two: Warren G Verse two, (uh-huh), now what the fuck I do? Catch the bus to Cal State, or chill with the Voltron crew and make a few ends on the side Here comes a baby blue van, time to ride So I hops in the van with my nigga Tick And Baby Poppa back then, that was my click We groovin to Santa Anna and we plan-on, makin hellafied mount of money (hell yeah) And what I did for extra fees was break niggaz after work playin get like me I was fourteen years old, havin a sack Just a young motherfucker eatin ValuPaks Shootin dice in the corners of the public schools And I used to gangbang, but now it's a G Thang And I still know how to make those ends You don't believe me, go ask the Twinz motherfucker Chorus 2X Outro: O.G.L.B. Yeah, check dis out, this is I'm O.G.L.B. knowhatI'msayin? I'm on my little O.G. Warren G and he just droppin this to let you BG's know what's happen, y'all got to recognize cause this is y'know a Long Beach thang 21st Street, but check this out G gonna go out there, yaknowhatI'msayin? And handle that shit y'now? Yeah Chorus 2X (Hey Greg, I hope you was tapin that shit!) |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 3 - It Takes Two PT 1 (2009)
[G:]
Regulators we regulate any stealing of his property and we damn good too But you can't be any geek off the street, gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean, earn your keep! REGULATORS!!! MOUNT UP! [G:] It was a clear black night, a clear white moon Warren G was on the streets, trying to consume some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk just rollin in my ride, chillin all alone [Nate:] Just hit the Eastside of the LBC on a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G. Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak all you skirts know what's up with 213 [G:] So I hooks a left on the 21 and Lewis some brothas shootin dice so I said "Let's do this" I jumped out the ride, and said "What's up?" some brothas pulled some gats so I said "I'm stuck." [Nate:] Since these girls peepin me I'ma glide and swerve these hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curb Won'tcha think of better things than some horny tricks I see my homey and some suckers all in his mix [G:] I'm gettin jacked, I'm breakin myself I can't believe they taking Warren's wealth they took my rings, they took my rolex I looked at the brotha said "Damn, what's next?" [Nate:] They got my homey hemmed up and they all around ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down [G:] They got guns to my head I think I'm going down I can't believe this happenin in my own town If I had wings I could fly let me contemplate I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate [Nate:] Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold now they droppin and yellin it's a tad bit late Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate I laid all them busters down I let my gat explode now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode if you want skirts sit back and observe I just left a gang of those over there on the curb [G:] Now Nate got the freaks and that's a known fact before I got jacked I was on the same track back up back up cause it's on N A T E and me the Warren to the G [Nate:] Just like I thought they were in the same spot in need of some desperate help the Nate Dogg and the G-child were in need of something else one of them dames was sexy as hell I said "ooo I like your size." she said "my car's broke down and you seem real nice, would ya let me ride?" I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell the next stop is the Eastside Motel [G:] I'm tweaking into a whole new era G-Funk step to this I dare ya Funk on a whole new level [Nate:] the rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble [G:] Chords Strings We brings Melody G-Funk where rhythm is life and life is rhythm [Nate:] If you know like I know you don't wanna step to this It's the G-Funk era funked out with a gangsta twist if you smoke like I smoke then you high like everyday and if your ass is a buster 213 will regulate |
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[G:]
Regulators We regulate any stealing of his property And we damn good too But you can't be any geek off the street Gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean, earn your keep! Regulators! Mount up! [G:] It was a clear black night, a clear white moon Warren G. was on the streets, trying to consume Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk Just rollin' in my ride, chillin' all alone [Nate:] Just hit the Eastside of the LBC On a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G. Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak All you skirts know what's up with 2-1-3 [G:] So I hooks a left on the 2-1 and Lewis Some brothas shootin' dice so I said "Let's do this" I jumped out the ride, and said "What's up?" Some brothas pulled some gats so I said "I'm stuck." [Nate:] Since these girls peepin' me I'ma glide and swerve these hookers lookin' so hard they straight hit the curb Won't 'cha think of better things than some horny tricks I see my homey and some suckers all in his mix [G:] I'm getti'n jacked, I'm breakin' myself I can't believe they taking Warren's wealth They took my rings, they took my Rolex I looked at the brotha said "Damn, what's next?" [Nate:] They got my homey hemmed up and they all around Ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound They wanna come up real quick before they start to clown I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down [G:] They got guns to my head I think I'm going down I can't believe this happenin' in my own town If I had wings I would fly Let me contemplate I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate [Nate:] Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold Now they droppin' and yellin' It's a tad bit late Nate Dogg and Warren G. had to regulate I laid all them busters down I let my gat explode Now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode If you want skirts sit back and observe I just left a gang of hos over there on the curb [G:] Now Nate got the freaks And that's a known fact Before I got jacked I was on the same track Back up back up cause it's on N-A-T-E and me The Warren to the G. [Nate:] Just like I thought They were in the same spot In need of some desperate help The Nate Dogg and the G. Child Were in need of something else One of them dames was sexy as hell I said "Ooh, I like your size" She said "My car's broke down and you sing real nice, Would ya let me ride?" I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell The next stop is the Eastside Motel [G:] I'm tweaking Into a whole new era G. Funk Step to this I dare ya Funk: On a whole new level [Nate:] The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble [G:] Chords Strings We brings Melody G. Funk Where rhythm is life And life is rhythm [Nate:] If you know like I know You don't wanna step to this It's the G. Funk era Funked out with a gangsta twist If you smoke like I smoke Then you high like everyday And if your ass is a buster 2-1-3 will regulate |
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from Hip Hop: The Collection 2008 [Explicit Version] (2008)
[G:]
Regulators We regulate any stealing of his property And we damn good too But you can't be any geek off the street Gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean, earn your keep! Regulators! Mount up! [G:] It was a clear black night, a clear white moon Warren G. was on the streets, trying to consume Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk Just rollin' in my ride, chillin' all alone [Nate:] Just hit the Eastside of the LBC On a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G. Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak All you skirts know what's up with 2-1-3 [G:] So I hooks a left on the 2-1 and Lewis Some brothas shootin' dice so I said "Let's do this" I jumped out the ride, and said "What's up?" Some brothas pulled some gats so I said "I'm stuck." [Nate:] Since these girls peepin' me I'ma glide and swerve these hookers lookin' so hard they straight hit the curb Won't 'cha think of better things than some horny tricks I see my homey and some suckers all in his mix [G:] I'm getti'n jacked, I'm breakin' myself I can't believe they taking Warren's wealth They took my rings, they took my Rolex I looked at the brotha said "Damn, what's next?" [Nate:] They got my homey hemmed up and they all around Ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound They wanna come up real quick before they start to clown I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down [G:] They got guns to my head I think I'm going down I can't believe this happenin' in my own town If I had wings I would fly Let me contemplate I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate [Nate:] Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold Now they droppin' and yellin' It's a tad bit late Nate Dogg and Warren G. had to regulate I laid all them busters down I let my gat explode Now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode If you want skirts sit back and observe I just left a gang of hos over there on the curb [G:] Now Nate got the freaks And that's a known fact Before I got jacked I was on the same track Back up back up cause it's on N-A-T-E and me The Warren to the G. [Nate:] Just like I thought They were in the same spot In need of some desperate help The Nate Dogg and the G. Child Were in need of something else One of them dames was sexy as hell I said "Ooh, I like your size" She said "My car's broke down and you sing real nice, Would ya let me ride?" I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell The next stop is the Eastside Motel [G:] I'm tweaking Into a whole new era G. Funk Step to this I dare ya Funk: On a whole new level [Nate:] The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble [G:] Chords Strings We brings Melody G. Funk Where rhythm is life And life is rhythm [Nate:] If you know like I know You don't wanna step to this It's the G. Funk era Funked out with a gangsta twist If you smoke like I smoke Then you high like everyday And if your ass is a buster 2-1-3 will regulate |
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from Warren G - Regulate...G Funk Era (2006)
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.)(Chorus) 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 should 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.Drag em 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 quick.' 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. (Chorus) 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. It makes me wanna holler, get out the game,Too many muthafuckas know my name. Now Snoop Dogg's servin' time up in Wayside, I puts a 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 Mr. Grimm, That 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. (Chorus then fade) 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
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from Warren G - Regulate...G Funk Era (2006)
It was a clear black night, a clear white moon Warren G. is on the streets, trying to consume some skirts for the eve, so i can get some funk just rollin' in my ride, chillin all aloneJust hit the eatside of the L.B.C. on a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G. Seen a car full of skirts ain't no need to tweak all you skirts know what's up with 213So I hooks a left on the 21 to Lewis some brothas shootin dice so i said 'let's do this' I jumped out the ride, and said'what's up?' some brothas pulled some gats so i said 'i'm stuck' Since these girls peepin me i'ma glide and swerve these hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curb gonna think of better things than some horny tricks i see my homey and some suckers all in his mix I'm gettin jacked, I'm breakin myself I can't believe they're taking Warren's wealth they took my rings, they took my rolex I looked at the brothas and said 'damn, what's next?' They got my homey hemmed up and they all around ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown i besta pull out my strap and lay them busters downThey got guns to my head I think I'm going downI can't believe this happened in my home town If I had wings I could flylet me contemplate I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn coldnow they droppin and yellin it's a tad bit lateNate Dogg and Warren G. had to regulate I laid all them busters downI let my gat explode now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode if you want skirts step back and observe I just left a gang of those over there on the curbnow Nate got the freaks and that's a known factbefore i got jacked I was on the same track back up back up cuz it's onN-A-T-E and methe Warren to the GJust like I thought they were in the same spotin need of some desperate help the Nate Dogg and the G-childwere in need of something else one of them dames was sexy as hellI said 'ooh i like your style' she said 'my car's broke down and you seem real nice,''would you let me ride?' I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell the next stop is the east side motelI'm tweakingonto a whole new levelG-Funk stpe to thisI dare yafunkon a whole new level the rythmn is the base and the base is the treblechordsstringswe bringsmelody G-Funkwhere rythmn is lifeand life is rythmnIf you know like I know you don't wanna step to thisit's the G-Funk erafunked out with a gangster twist if you smoke like I smokethen you high like everydayand if your ass is a buster 213 will regulate
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from Warren G - Regulate...G Funk Era (2006)
This D.J.
Intro/Chorus: Warren G It's kind of easy when you're listening to the G-Dub sound Pioneer speakers bumpin as I smoke on a pound I got the sound fo yo' ass and it's easy to see *singing* That this D.J. be Warren G Verse One: Warren G Can I get in where I fit in? Sit in, listen (uh-huh) Let me conversate better yet Regulate Shake the spot with my knot, may fade Cause I don't like to dream about gettin paid I played ball through the halls, of C-I-S with Snoop Dogg's big brother, call him Dirty Left Rack em up crack em up stack em up against the gate The homies tryin ta catch me but they cain't, wait Damn, the street lights just came on! And my momma's in the streets tellin me to come home I hit the gate and I hops on my Schwinn And I tell the homies, 'Aight then,' yeah Chorus 2X Verse Two: Warren G Verse two, (uh-huh), now what the fuck I do? Catch the bus to Cal State, or chill with the Voltron crew and make a few ends on the side Here comes a baby blue van, time to ride So I hops in the van with my nigga Tick And Baby Poppa back then, that was my click We groovin to Santa Anna and we plan-on, makin hellafied mount of money (hell yeah) And what I did for extra fees was break niggaz after work playin get like me I was fourteen years old, havin a sack Just a young motherfucker eatin ValuPaks Shootin dice in the corners of the public schools And I used to gangbang, but now it's a G Thang And I still know how to make those ends You don't believe me, go ask the Twinz motherfucker Chorus 2X Outro: O.G.L.B. Yeah, check dis out, this is I'm O.G.L.B. knowhatI'msayin? I'm on my little O.G. Warren G and he just droppin this to let you BG's know what's happen, y'all got to recognize cause this is y'know a Long Beach thang 21st Street, but check this out G gonna go out there, yaknowhatI'msayin? And handle that shit y'now? Yeah Chorus 2X (Hey Greg, I hope you was tapin that shit!) |
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from Warren G - Regulate...G Funk Era (2006)
Song: What's Next
Artist: Warren G f/ Mr. Malik [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 cuz we spark in the dark when we do it in the park |
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[Snoop Dogg]
Hehe, yeah that's that shit right there Is this that shit that make a nigga just It remind me of, matter of fact I"ma tell y'all I wasn't gonna share this but I'll share it witch'all Check this out I slid up in a party where some suckers was at Out of bounds slipping fucking with this hood rat My homeboy told me that the bitch wasn't shit But I didn't give a fuck 'cause this twin a Crip The first young nigga with a baseball cap Tried to hit a nigga up until he seen how we strut I'm like 'Nigga, take two steps back now lower your voice before you get pimp slapped' I know you seen me on your MTV raps Way back in the days when I was with Fab' Five Freddy I told you then, I told you now, boy I stay ready Don't sweat it, we'll get him and then met him Talk shit for a minute then deal with him Hail Mary, call Makavelli to come and save your ass 'cause I'ma put my Chucks up in it so quick and so fast You use some act-right like LaBetty and let you know that I'm the king of this motherfucking city Like Frank White, Nino Brown, John Gotti, Tony Soprano Joey Banana and the great Tony Montana All of 'em mixed in one fixed to done I like playing six-to-one This is fun, shooting my guns, counting my funds and walking on you bitch niggaz that run I'm from [Chorus - Snoop Dogg] 213 the gangsta clicc 21 motherfucking 3 nigga All we do is the gangsta shit Gangsta shit, biatch 213 the gangsta clicc Haha and you know it, nigga All we do is the gangsta shit y'all know what's happening Haha [Warren G] I shoot 'em up, I bang bang Or we can duke 'em up but you know you can't hang Still from the Beach, still a g thang 213 in the house and you know how we came We came to party homie, so back up Plus up in the club, y'all don't have a body I bust guns, you bust guns Difference is my bullets probably touch the sun Want some? Come and get it On your marks, get set, blah! That's coming with it They won't stop, they'll get it, you don't get it It don't stop, still don't love bitches My G-niggaz, holler if ya hear me (Gangstas!) Speak it loud and clearly If you feel me raise your cups (East Side, Long Beach) Blaze it up And we from [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] You can call me Lil' Meeno Crazy motherfucker plus I'm Texas see-Notes His finger on the trigger but it way too slow You didn't see me coming so we missing his dome 213 and we gone You can call me Nate King Cole Smooth motherfucker when it come to these hos All damn dimes up in every area codes Gangsta shit, yep and all the hos know When they go rolling in the stretch Navigator We gon' get it baby girl now or later she said she wanted to play so I played her Made a promise to pay, but never paid her Ain't that a hater It's just she's a goddamn ho And all of my niggaz know They knowin' since '94 Wherever we go, she gon' go [Chorus] |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
[Snoop Dogg]
Me and Nate Dogg were so funky fresh We fell off into a club to try to pop it to Daz A lil' Moet to go with the way I'm dressed A seven-piece outfit with a mink vest Couple of ladies skating waiting on some info Them white boys in the back got the indo With a hookup, a hundredd dollars for a half ounce I got to hit it, get it and bounce So right back to the place that I started from Get back hell yeah I'm hardly done Write that on your motherfucking izzass So hold up your glass and let's make a lil' tizoast We brag and boast, zig-zag and smoke and keep a big bag of dope We hold down the VIP wherever we sit Nigga don't get mad if your ho with me [Nate Dogg] I'm not absolutely positive or absolutely sure I'm not out to talk bad about your baby I'm just tyring to be completely sure You want to hang with us, gotta hang with us Take ya ass to the floor I'm trying to game a bit, sound ridiculous Hope the ho is not yours [Snoop Dogg] Dancing and wining and dining a bitch We humping bumping and grinding the shit Nothing else to do now but to leave the club so we can rub-a-dub-dub in my nigga Nate hot tub Then we can grub on some barbeque that my Uncle Rio hooked up, so call your crew 10, 11, 12, or 13, all of them bitches they belong to her team It's so supreme you love my scheme The way I got baby bringing Daddy all the cream Yep, and that's the first step And once you get that, nigga ya got that? Pump that shit and fill up my cup and mack that bitch with the big ol' butt Don't play with it - sway with it And if it's cool with you, shit you know I'm okay with it [Chorus - Nate Dogg] Right back, baby girl I know you like that You try to hide it but you get Right back, come on over for a nightcap Yes even though I'm with the right trap Tell your man that you'll be right back Even though we only just met Make sure you don't forget the Jim' pack I'm not absolutely positive or absolutely sure I'm not out to talk bad about your baby I'm just tyring to be completely sure You want to hang with us, gotta hang with us Take ya ass to the floor I'm trying to game a bit, sound ridiculous Hope the ho is not yours [Chorus] [Warren G] Shouts out to the thugs that be back in the club And of course lil' mama who be backing it up We be the ones back in the Cut' smoking Cognac in the cup, we be stroking After the club, same routine, roll two 13s Since her front clean yahknowimean? Tight jeans, ice bling, no ring, no thang Show off, show her Nate can sing Show her how my team do our thi-dang And how we keep Latrell Sprewells sprinning I'm all hood so the Chucks stay on It's all good we can do it 'til the break of dawn [Chorus] |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
[Snoop Dogg]
A pool party at the church G'd up and others barbequeing Ain't no telling what your daddy and your momma doing Chewing on these baby-backs popping bottles with these macks Everybody swimming, backyard full of women I'm entertaining folks Gave the lil' homie twenty dollars just to shine my hundred spokes Coke with the Hennesey tends to be the remedy Family and friends to me Everyone pretends to be kin to me I can't wait until the Fourth of July to pop some fireworks with my kids and fly some kites high in the sky See, it's the family reunion And down at the church house, they giving up the annual communion It seems we made it to another summer Yeah we came and come up 213 is more than friends Yeah, we like blood brothers Riding this 'til the wheels fall off Can you dig that? We got this summertime anthem for y'all We did that [Chorus - Latoiya Williams] We made it through winter We made it through fall We made it through the spring time Tough times and all It's good to see I love the summer I'm riding with the top down Let the wind blow Chillin' with my love Partying fo' sho' It feels good to see I love the summer Everybody if you with me sing [Nate Dogg] We got the game on lock On the paper chase, can't stop On a roll, still hot Gotta be top notch I like the girls 'cause they hot Plus I know what they want They want the game that we got Hold up baby girl I think not I like the nasty girls from around the way Hoppin' in my gray drop-top Mercedes Shouts go out to my sexy ladies Just in case your man is hating Tell your boy he better chill (Summertime) Tell your boy he better chill (Summertime) [Chorus] [Warren G] I'm addicted to the sunshine the way it make these women dress Tank tops, flip flops, make this nigga love the west Different spots, even though different, it's still crackin' In Jamaica, Queens I sit back, live and collect the cabbage It's an affair that every state can relate to And if you do what I do, then go on and follow suit From Chi-Town to Diego, all the way back to NY Stay fly, and never miss a piece of sunshine When I'm at the church I barbeque for my kinfolk Watch lil' Elijah and lil' Warren run the football Got weed, got drink, but most of all the spirit And it's a blessin' that the world want to hear our music The summer is an inspiration as much as the fast And to my my nigga Snoopdewoop, I love you fam' [Snoop Dogg] Riding this 'til the wheels fall off Can you dig that? We got this summertime anthem for y'all We did that [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Yeah, another summer Kanye West good looking on the beat, nephew 213 reminding y'all put your guns down Well spent summertime, let's enjoy ourselves We just want to celebrate You know what I'm talking about? It's too hot for all that Yeah 213 Moving mountains y'all haha All the time, yeah |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
[Warren G]
213 Childhood homies way back in the day since then it's been 213 the hard way Rapping on the street corners, young as can be All the local groups called us Run-DMC Me? Warren G, I was Jam Master Jay Mixed with my big brother Dr. Dre Now I got shouts to say We still want Eazy like bedstyle people, we want Biggie In memory of Tupac, Left Eye, Aaliyah Heaven sent, say hi to my mama when you see her Rest in peace but let's take it back to the streets With so much drama in the LBC It's kind of hard being a G from 213 Times was hard for a superstar But don't nobody notice who you are We worked hard and stayed true to the game Kept faith, kept God and now you know our name [Chorus - Nate Dogg] A big shout out to all my family and friends When times got hard, you were still be there You give me inspiration like strength from the sun Feel like destiny's son, yeah [Snoop Dogg] To be a rapper was my dream And have a lot of money and live like a king To have a handful of rings And to make the kind of music that the whole world sings Battle rap was the thing And King Park was the spot where all the homeboys hang, bang Just to go do our thang and form my gang And took off white a white boy in a van to get our change And moms knew what time it was And loved the way her baby boy came up, 'cause It's before I was Snoop Dogg on TV I'm talking about when I was like a little bitty BG Nigga me and Warren Gizzy and Nate Dizzy and Fatey Baby are talking about eighty-threezy, flip the clock up to '93 And watch me rock the clock nonstop constantly on MTV and BET whatever you want Hit these niggaz with that motherfucking cheese (G-Funk) Funk to shake ya trunk nigga from the bottom bunk Now I'm moving on up, straight living it up Well known in the zone and I'm still homegrown Like Al be |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
[Nate Dogg]
Funny how time flies Funny how one thing leads to another Funny how mothers cry Funny how we live at night and in the gutter Funny how cash rules everything around me Funny how people never seem to change Funny how my closest friends is my rebuttal Seems like it all can change and I can get paid Whoa! [Chorus - Nate Dogg] Nigga gotta find a way Find a way to make some money Nigga gotta find a way Find a way to make some cash Got to find a way Nigga gotta find a way Find a way to make some money Nigga gotta find a way Find a way to make some cash Got to find a way [Warren G] I was giving this a lot of thought Should I trip? Should I not? Should I set this off? A whole lotta pressure is on my shoulders My soul is with all my niggaz I roll with; so know this Cut the bullshit, take it back to the music use it right, don't matter what you do with it I'm here to represent the real I still stayed G'ed up unless must I will I stayed up all night, I argue and fight by myself; this can't be right Hmm 'cause if the lights were the sound of the siren I'd make you niggaz get a deal and act wild I'm for real and I can see through these suckers that dick riding motherfuckers Yeah, that's me bustin' 'cause I'm a huslter for the chips And I'm trippin 'cause I'm sick of this shit Listen [Snoop Dogg] It wasn't about money up front All a nigga wanted was a big gold chain and a blunt Why? What do you mean? Living my Auntie Mary and I ain't having a damn thang I can't get a job; I might as well steal and rob Man, life is so hard Hanging in my homie garage while other niggaz doing killing for a living in the city of stars I got a lick but I ain't got caught Nigga slippin' leaving a sack by the bar And I seen where he set it, thought he had hid it Nope, and I'm about to go get it Come up, I gotta stay run up Left eye open while I'm sleep with the gun up Please don't run up about that money I'm funny My nigga you'll get done up [Chorus] |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
Keepin' it gangsta
Niggaz and niggettes Keepin' it gangsta Niggaz and niggettes [Warren G] I was raised in the church but spent more days raised in the turf And crime pays so I spent my days on the search Parade with a smirk, fresh fade with a church Nextel wave alert, renegades about the dirt Hurt the fresh white t-shirt, that's when we skirt These jerks ain't trying to flirt with the fellas Besides, these rappers ain't doing no telling Bailing with an attitude and that ain't nothing and ain't no telling if dude gonna blast you But got it confused, I break rules, take nothing from fools I make it so that there's something gon' move I move slow, bowguard the 'do low Hit the Sillabard in a blue '64 Sitting kind of low in everywhere we go We keeping it gangsta and that's for sho' Come on! [Nate Dogg] It's that gangsta music that they adore All the gangstas take the floor When we step on stage, all the ladies scream for more It's that gangsta music that they adore All the gangstas take the floor When we step on stage, all the ladies scream for more [Nate Dogg] My sister's cousin's told me Her sister heard some stories We were so gangsta growing up We got the girls excited Sluts up front just give their bodies Take them straight to the after party Two homeboys in the closet hiding Ain't no fun if they can't ride it I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfucking streets Trump tight and you can't deny it Fuck up everyone who's tried it I remember when it started Seems like yesterday morning Blame it on us, yeah we did it Took 'em probably got gangsta with it [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Real flow, this is steel-toed biscuits 213 yeah we on that pimp shit Mix in with some Crip shit, that's how it's scripted it Bag it up, sack it up, give it to your dips and bring me half back I'm trying to get some spinners for that brand new Cadillac Ride with me, roll with me, slipping down the runway doing about 450 I'm living the jet, clearing the deck, steering a 'Vette You bitch niggaz ain't hearing me yet So I pull out my hollow with heaters Pop 'em and bleed 'em you niggaz better follow the leader Skippity we boop we rock scooby doo What would life be nigga without Big Snoop? Don't trip 'cause I'ma always G for y'all Hate on the law and LBC on ya dog [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Yeah It's 213, 213 Yeah it's 213 Yeah it's 213 Yeah we all so G for real This 213 EAst side and LBC This 213 you know and we all so G [Chorus] |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
Lil' girl from the ghetto ran away from home
Tryin' to be a fucking woman acting way too grown Then she ran across the border homie, 24-inch chromes Now she walking down the track and stripping With them brand new high heels on She too young for me so I passed her to the next dude Got hood fame, what a shame what X' do Hang with a crew that love getting revenue With a description of 1972 Now who's the mack in the 'Lac leaning to the side 24's gleaming, sitting up high? Ride and won't die but you young bitch Spit words so fly, get you sprung, bitch Young Slick, his name, chasing Don Juan fame Trying to replace him with modern day game We don't hate then shoot if you mess with his prostitute And what I hear, he got a lot to shoot Now what if dude get your crew Slick got one too? Don't let the pimpin' fool you, he got hot ones too Blew his brains out now he catching chain out to Chino's Slick got caught up fucking with a young dogg My nigga Slick was a gangbang motherfucking lunatic Nigga out to get a grip, sworn in to do this shit Nigga only do this shit and make this shit official A little bitty nigga quick to hit you with the pistol Ain't no motherfuckers squabbin' me and that's on 20s Plenty niggaz felt the wrath of his deuce-deuce gun blast Ask 'cause on the corner with the bullet holes his chest blast Dumb-dumb don't want come test 'Cause he'll lay you to rest, tattooed with a set on his neck Demanding respect, Crip or die, is how he ride Long Beach, East Side roll in two times Every nigga on the yard know 'cause' rep A straight gangsta for life and I love that It's not just a job fool it's a lifestyle And when you're slipping, woo-wam-lights-out Lil' boy from the ghetto with you're greased up khaki's on Used to be a ball player, homie what the fuck went wrong? Used to see him on the corner daily hand up on his throne Tried to knock him off a bank recently, 25 to life, so long, he gone |
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[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
Wait a minute, lonely girl They try to warn me They say you're horny Eager to give it up Take a minute, lonely girl I'll be your daddy Be what you want to be Be sure and give the cheddar to me [Warren G] She so sweet, so young But she so sprung on the fast life Whilin' out in public, subject thump about the past life Maybe that's why she don't act right So quick, so fast to fight over dick that her mother probably did last night Despite the dead beat daddy And daughter don't listen, get her ass beat badly It's so sad when my sisters get turned out And we get mad when they ass get burned out They ain't learned about an asswhoopin' down south That we used to get over Grandmama's house Open your mouth get popped right in it And this without a doubt, it don't stop, she ain't finished You know the business Switches don't raise too many fast bitches Now I'm all up in that ass bitches [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] It's chilly outside I had to grab my meat Stop and think, lil' mama get your daddy a drink I know you can't wait to shake and hit the gate on the dank To hit the roll with these real ones and play or skate Nate, told you the "Game Don't Wait" I can't believe you sit at home with the frown on your face It's so young, it's so cute It's so us, it's so me, it's so you It's so we, it's on me, it's on you It's like the 1 and the 3 with no 2 It just don't sound like it just don't feel good It just don't sound right, you hardly ever understood It's the big homie, yep the one and only No need to be sad and lonely Just phone me whenever you need a lil' company You so company especially when you humpin' me Wait a minute, take a minute, think about it [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] I thought I was through with you Thought that you'd be long gone I should have knew that you wouldn't be lonely long From day one my paper grew with you How can I get through to you? I'm a hustla and I want it all I thought I was through with you Thought that you'd be long gone I should have knew that you wouldn't be lonely long From day one my paper grew with you How can I get through to you? I'm a hustla and I want it all [Chorus] |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
Come here, baby. Mary I love you. Do it girl.
Mary Jane, Mary Jane I'm in love with Mary Jane. She's my main thing. She makes me feel alright. She makes my heart sing. And when I'm feeling low, She comes as no surprise. Turns me on with her love. Takes me to paradise. Do you love me Mary Jane? Yeah. Whoa-oh-oh. Do ya? Do ya? Do ya? Now do you think you love me Mary Jane. Don't you play no games. Mary Jane, Mary Jane I love her just the same. I love her, Mary baby, just the same. The woman plays no games. Now, now, now. I'm in love with Mary Jane. I'm not the only one. If Mary wanna play around, I let her have her fun. She's not the kind of girl that you can just tie down. She likes to spread her love and turn your head around. And when I'm feeling low, She comes as no surprise. Turns me on with her love. Takes me to paradise. Mary Jane, Mary Jane And when I'm feeling low, She comes as no surprise. Turns me on with her love. Takes me to paradise. Yeahhhhh! Ooowoooo. Oh baby. Oh baby. Hit me. Whoah, Mary. Only love. I love you, yeah. Whooo! Something until we give it now, lovey-dove. Uh-huh. Wow, baby! Sing! La-du-da-da-du-da-dahh. Sing! La-du-da-da-du-da-dahh. Sing it for me baby. Come Mary, Mary Jane. Sing it for me baby. |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
[Snoop Dogg]
You know sometimes in my rhymes I just feel like I has to Do what? Give ya something to mash to (allright) 'cause you know I'm the master superb superior Interior attractions, I'm maxin' relaxin' in penthouse suites with seven hos at my feet To dress me, caress me, to lead me, to guide me Protect me in, perfect be in love, don't stress me You want to roll on some jet-skis? You want to roll up some green weed? I got the key to whatever you need As we proceed we a long way from LBC BUt that's what you get when you fuck with the P-I-M-P I came through just to scoop you up, to Snoop you up And tap that booty up [Nate Dogg] Taking a ride on the East Side Made a right on MLK What a beautiful day, what a day, what a day Ridin' high on the East Side Looking for a hoodrat today Don't you want to come out and play Come and play, come and play [Warren G] Nigga please, out on these, I'm a veteran Who stays on the beach on bicycles pedalin' Quit meddling in my business I'm a grown man I leave no witnesses, I'm a known man I understand reality to the fullest And plan on duck technicalities with a bullet I'm full of it, out in public to the max and I like it These bitches love it I gangsta rap Perhaps it's an addiction because of the non-fiction Rhymes that get written, I don't know So when cats is bullshiting and I'm steppin' it up And if it get hot in herre? I'm wetting it up If I can't enter in with my Chucks I don't need to be going If you can't make a thousand bucks, you don't need to be ho'ing I'm showing the real world some 16s Don't stop, get it girl, you a dick-fiend [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Pass the pill, and holler at Phil And make a move with Shaquille in my new Snoopdeville 'cause I'm a vet with a cool first step My game guaranteed to bust any bitch That I, want and I need and I have A lot of y'all want to come by the pad And walk on my marble floor Just to say you blew with the remarkable [Warren G] Listen to me baby doll I'm hated by many, loved by 213 Respected by all, feared by none Hon' you stuntin' with a hall Get involved with me, instantly you become bonded Then eventually you'll get taught to shoot my time (So you can hold me down) Bonnie Daddy need you bad You know what you could do with a half a key? Come on, and smash with me [Chorus] |
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[Chorus]
You got beef then go and run on up We ain't worried about nothing Half of y'all doing nothing but nothing You got beef then go and run on up We ain't worried about nothing Half of y'all doing nothing but talking Ain't it man? I'm strictly to street with it, listen to me They speak it but we did it, they hated on my "Ghetto Village" But if Stevie can see it, it must mean that I'm real with it Corporate America gotta deal with it I'm riding this 'til the finish line 213 still in this 'til they give me mine Rewind the show and watch the movie I'm mad as fuck I let this industry use me I'm a low-key OG which is well known Snoop Alfons Capone Corleone In the streets with the elite my rap sheet is hella long Let it go, naw let it 'lone You want to battle when the shadows are creapin' And if you talking about beef then nigga ain't no sleepin' The hood ain't got no Geneva either If you run off at the mouth then I'm gonna leave you breathe-less Breathless, chestless, best list' ya bastard Looking at my homies like you want to slide past them and get with me Need I warn you I'm from Dogg House motherfucking California Now if you want it like you think you do We can set up a head up and I bank ya boo Don't underestimate, a lot of suckers player-hate They know about the big D-O-double, Warren G and Nate Too much talking shit Let's get down to this list If you got beef go and run up I'm a bust him in his lip I'm gonna shoot through that dude vest Shut the fuck up and run run up [Chorus] |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
NOBLE JUSTICE!
[Snoop Dogg] Wooooh! Yeah! "Welcome to tha Church: Volume II" Exclusive 213 (Uh hah hah, uh hah hah) Got my nephew Nate Dogg in da house Nate Dogg holla at 'em Where you at? [Chorus (Nate Dogg):] Ridin in my car And I'm listening to the radio I'm listening to a sad girl sing Sing about how she got her heart broke You were reaching for stars I just want me something natural When you're alone it gets mighty cold Don't act as if you did not know She let me play with her heart I'm working late I said I'll soon be home All the while the girl was home alone Let me tell you what she crying for (Why?) 'Cause I'm fly [Snoop Dogg] Yeah he super sly NATE DOGG! [Nate Dogg] Ohh ohh ohh I'm fly, yaaaa [Snoop Dogg] You know he super sly But me I'm supa dupa and I'm supa dupa fly I'd be the great at this I know you waited this And I wanted this to be elaborate and so strenuous And then you just slide by and wiz-ave You on another piz-age Is that the way you gon be-hiz-ave? I know you're feeling all hurt inside But won't you talk to a playa? Let me help out your pride I'm like a counselor, a pastor, a priest or a psychologist A shrink...on a freak Peep (my) my technique And I wear minks, gator boots And I'm the rip that gets the loot And I ain't afraid to shoot And I love to toot toot Beep beep as I slide up the street I'm from the LBC and I don't know what y'all done heard about me But I'm a C-R-I-P with some P-I-M-P too I'm a real pimp playa from the 213 crew Now look here boo If you gonna bang or hang with tha dogg You best to get in Holla at her Nate Dogg (Holla, holla) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Yeah he super sly NATE DOGG! (Yeah) [Nate Dogg] Ohh ohh ohh I'm fly, yaaaa [Warren G] Warren G... Three piece with a mink Gotta think my shit stinks Stacy Adams with a drink Pockets pad up, they come from Brinks So what the ladies wink You the one in the Mercedes Shotgun with the thing Coat chillin watchin "The Lion King" Crying and thangs Cus I'm with Snoop and Nate, singing, rhyming and things I'm out late cus I'm rhyming for change I ain't with dime for dames Hop back and I'm trying to aim... At everything, that be hating my fame Since regulating, been lacing the game Ain't no mistake in the game Two-one mother fuckin dwizzle sippin on the sizzle And that's for shizzle Four times for da riddles You know these bars Everywhere we go...you know who us are You could tell by the car Champagne caviar Bubble bath, I say I love you.. And I laugh [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Yeah he super sly (super fly) NATE DOGG! [Nate Dogg] Ohh ohh ohh I'm fly, yaaaa |
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from 213 - The Hard Way (2004)
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah! It's the motherfucking 213 Blasting off on your ass Something funky funtabolous Can you dig it my bobble? Check this out one time, woo! [Chorus - Nate Dogg] (Snoop Dogg) Since we're talking about it baby Let me twist ya body like it's supposed to (Twist something, twist something, twist something) Stretch ya out and lay you sideways Pull ya hair and twist ya body ike I'm supposed to (Twist something, twist something, twist something) [Snoop Dogg] We hit the club like whatever's clever Snoop Dogg without a dime piece? Never ever Gators for the haters step to being devil real big like the VIP session shut down Then I spin on 'em, watch me twist ya bitch Slugs twist a bitch, nigga watch you sleep in a ditch Pow-pow boogie to the big bang-bang Lil' mama want to swang with the 213 gang (Number one boss playa) Hefner like Hugh, now she's evidence Splash the heffer with goo; got to do it I break a bitch, make a bitch get something Go out and twist something, come on [Chorus] [Warren G] Twist ya body, baby, kiss me, by the way, you drive me crazy Ain't nothing else that I can say Drunk as fuck, smoking a blunt Trying to focus on what you working with in the front Certain to set it off, she twurking it for the boss So positive I can hit, my niggaz is in the house Can't stop 'til I'm paid bitch, I just can't quit But look at this, I'm on the same shit, ain't it bitch? You niggaz talk a lot of shit but walk a straight line and don't fuck with the clique Bitch get out my bidness You won't witness ass niggaz get it twisted This the wrong shit to get hit with [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] (Snoop Dogg) Say hey lil' lady from around the way No bullshit, there's a party today We came, it's motherfucking 213 The lights might come on, but we don't leave Say hey lil' lady why you doing your thang? Slide over here, let me shoot you some game Go insane, when hear some music that bangs We'll get the party started while you're shaking that thang Nobody.... (nobody, nobody) Does it better... (213, 213) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] 213 Another classic hit Yeah woo Hi-Tek did that Goodnighty Hahax Get at 'em, peace! |
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from Warren G - Return Of The Regulator (2001)
Definitely On The G Funk Vibe
This rap shit got my own cactuses like we never slept on the same mattresses Young age football practices Biscuit shine, Five of the ones on the waistline I ain't worried about no platinum change I'll give ya a 59 with a batman ass go range (mumbled speech) Ok, musta being the zodiac V.I.P I really don't let this shit get to me I just flip tracks, spit facts get relaxed, with G Funk laxed in the back We stay in the ghetto, havin a tap with rugrats cats, and taps, with flaps Foul language, old english it's dangerous It stays the same and never changes (Crumbling cries) G Funk is here to stay I pop a cap domino's and spades with a bag of gange and smoke it all day there's a staircase, its a true 21 Here's a toast to the thugs High drop 4 sheezy, drinkin' ma bud i still love n-a-t-e rollin from the sheezys With a dress code like dubsy and a circle arse G-Funk is here to stay |
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from Warren G - Return Of The Regulator (2001)
*Would you like to go with me, down my dead end street?
Would you like to come with me, to village ghetto life? Let me tell you bout the village where I dwell, it's a... Living hell still tryin to make a heaven outta this right here Watching fo' the postman hopin fo' paper Please stop the bus mister driver, wait up we got... Rock fights where the dead end meets The stop lights is out so it's dead in the streets The countyline look long, but I'm kinda hungry So I pack a sack lunch, and got on Late for class again, it's half past 10 And moms gonna whoop ma ass again Now and then I get the feelin that the world is mine I start sittin back watchin time fly by But uh, I'm so proud to say That the ghetto is the reason that I'm loud today And you come get a glimpse of what's happenin See for yourself how it is where I live at *Repeat It shouldn't take long to see, the place that belongs to me It's all good, ain't nothin like home to me No Diplomas but I, got some knowledge out of My other partners that made it up outta here And now not a whole lot of us get rich But like the old saying goes "Ain't life a bitch?" Ah shit, the Landlord just raised the rent, fuck that! Dem old days that came and went like this There's more ways you can use your time instead of Looking for shit that you used to find By the age of 16 ya finally come to grips Livin life like this and nothin else mean shit Looking for a smooth getaway Cool, cuz soon I'll see a better day And if not - then I gots to deal with it I ain't makin this, up hell naw it's real nigga *Repeat No more suprises hopin I can open your eyes And so I'm trying, instead of lookin up in the sky I'm in the fast lane speed dreaming Nappin on cruise control please believe it! In my city when you see it at night, look different than it does in the day Ain't no tellin what'd happen if it wasn't this way I ain't trippin off of shit it's a good thing I made a name off the local neighborhood gang And at that time I started rhyming And, set up a hill without help to start climbing And I've been around this for a minute You gotta get your own mix and get wit it I made myself, learn to pay myself Nigga the game don't wait so I'ma stay myself And now you can go and tell another nigga On how the real ones is livin in the ghetto *Repeat (x2) |
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from Warren G - Return Of The Regulator (2001)
Waiting around a crew of thugs
That parade in blue, and yelling cuz (whats up cuz) Ate by selling drugs '38 snub in the waist, in case fools lose love These days still the same I can steal the flame, eyes kill with the pain So I advise y'all to chill with the games Entertain for the cheddar and the change So fuck whoever, in the fame, forever a man Around my dogs, banging the pound, swanging the town How we choose, now I'm aggravated and assault is my next move Success means issues, so I guess it's time for me to disclude Handle mines, we use pistols G's move with the conscience When we disaprove of that nonsense Ex-cons with that gangsta gangsta gangsta shit Here come another hit *I think it's time we do it, they said it couldn't be done Still we making paper, still we having fun I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G Tightest combination, in the industry Here comes another one I can see us smashing up the shore past laws thats lost 2000 Ucon Excel, duel exhaust TV screen, DVD, E-mail Passenger, bad female, what the hell Stash spot, with the hollow head shell Niggas start trippin, I'm on the next tail Hands free, callin' up my nigga Warren G I pull strings, like Mya Landske Bulletproof, emotint you can't see Mr. G rollin' up weed, afghany sensee Bad MC, Mike Fiend, you the know spinage Like wintergreenmint, talk shit Sleep with the fish, you cement New residence, with no hesitance It gets tints on the floor Staple center chick, next to Denzel and Nicholsen Phil Jackson whistlin' *Repeat Mean mugs in the club, mean nothing to us In South scene, me and the team trying to fuck us some sluts Dying to fuck, I chuck us when we step through Poppin' our collars, with our nephews Next to you, you got millionaires moving Hitting the dance floor, stealing their groovin' Doing they damn thing, and ain't worried about a damn thing But man, thats the celebrity ways Poppin' a litty got some rappers scared of these days Industry ways, thats how Hollywood pays Uh, top dollar when I dip my Impala In front of the club, make your woman wanna holla (holla) At a playa though, what's your dude yo I keep it gangsta, I ain't trying to be rude hoe Oh, you know how that shit go Or give when cats get fed off the four or fifths *Repeat |
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from Warren G - Return Of The Regulator (2001)
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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from Warren G - Return Of The Regulator (2001)
[Chorus: Warren G - repeat 4X]
It ain't nuttin wrong with you Me and you (we do it nasty, nasty) [Warren G] 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 [Mista Grimm] 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 [Warren G] There's a law for that We ain't trippin, we hogs for that Uh [Chorus: Warren G and LaToiya - repeat 4X] It ain't nuttin wrong with you Me and you (we do it nasty, nasty) [Damone] 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 [Boss Hogg] 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 [Damone] 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 [previous Chorus] [Warren G] 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 [Mista Grimm] 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 [Damone] 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 [Boss Hogg] Trick be swallowin me For a nine on the vein 'cause I'm the fuckin boss, she's my employee I ain't hatin, I appreciate you freaky ass style Yo nasty ass ?, eat a dick and smile [previous Chorus - 2X] |
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from Warren G - Return Of The Regulator (2001)
Sometimes I sit back and think about how it was
When I was young, I used to think it was you I couldn't live without Somehow, life took a sad route Sometimes the wind blows bad enough to take a plane down Your straight bullets killed children on playgrounds Bullshit got me about to smoke a whole pound Meanwhile, I smile, hoping I can rebound Somehow the LBC streets ain't the same now, without you Things ain't been the same since you ain't around But I stay strong game tight, hold it down Warren G, I never played a blackground This song is fucked up, because you gone *Oooh, I see ya standing there With the moonlight shining in your hair Oooh, It makes me reminsce Over and over, again and again Nothing means more to me, than family When one lost, its sad to see, damn its me A friend you will always be Above all things, you taught me to persue my dreams With joy it brings, at times when I sit and think I know inside you smiled down, proud at me I just need one more drink, damn At night I can't sleep, I admit that its hard to eat It's all good, I ain't trippin' Tried to show me the right laws and guidelines But I ain't listen, I'm sitting here lavishing and living And I'd give it all back because you still missing *Repeat Lord please hear me, ease my soul I woke up one day and my mom was gone I'm in the zone wishing I could call your home Sing your song, tell ya that I'm out on tour All alone, I just needed to hear your voice on the phone Mother and son, though I'm grown Life moves on, I need you mom, a quiet storm Differences and right and wrong As I move on, since Warren G ain't gone The stitch is on, set the tone, the page I'm on Is having fun, having a ball, living life I'm still here, wishing you was home Over, over, over, over, over Again, again, I miss you Ohhh mama, don't know, don't care How I keep it strong, keep moving on Keepin' it strong, keep movin' it on Keepin' it strong, keep movin' it on Keepin' it strong, keep movin' it on Keepin' it strong, keep movin' it on, mama |
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from Warren G - Return Of The Regulator (2001)
When I step up in the place your chance is gone
That bitch you was glancin on If she leaves with me, no chance that her pants is on No bra no panties on Make me suck the same thang that my hand be on Redbone big bitch with a sandy tone We gone, South Beach in the Miami zone Damn she wrong, bad little candy cone One head nod from me she out the door One head job from her she out the door Back to the beach, back yo, the line o All bullshit aside she's a cold piece The type to might go search the whole beach The type to might go out and bring back somethin wild Screamin, fuck me fuck me fuck me!!! Sexy walkin with that attitude, you lookin at me, I'm lookin at you Although I know I wan't you I just can't help but check for you Lookin at me, I'm lookin at you Sneaky ways but I ain't mad at you, lookin at me, lookin at you Just imagine how this could go, I wan't you so And if you give me a chance, boy you know it's gonna get real Uh huh, yeah huh I take mine from all waist line, face to the dime, waste no time Grind on the dicktake mine with a lick You still be singin that Sunshine shit It's your world girl come collide with the dick Some hot tone champagne Heather Hunter dominant some moan shit Home alone on some groan shit King Kong make you moan with this And still wan't it all, in the club bathroom stall Backseat take your clothes off And still fuck your broad, and all it take is one phone call Show up, and I'm beatin up all walls No joke, she broke all laws,handcuff a nigga lost balls There we roll (Creep) I got a spot where we could go and roll (Creep) Whether you can kick it holla let me know (She creep) I'll keep it on the low, ooh oh oh (Creep creep creep creep) Sexy walkin with a street attitude Love to get between the streets and cheat on your dude Besides, these drugs, got me in the mood After the club we can choose how Stella got her groove I ain't tryin to live rude, meet at my room number 2-1-3 Private slumber party, with your name on the V-I-P That's how we get crunked sip realy and get drunk Sexy walkin with that attitude, you lookin at me, I'm lookin at you Although I know I wan't you I just can't help but check for you Lookin at me, I'm lookin at you Sneaky ways but I ain't mad at you, lookin at me, lookin at you Just imagine how this could go, I wan't you so And if you give me a chance, boy you know it's gonna get real |
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from Warren G - Return Of The Regulator (2001)
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 *Repeat 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 Mo' bounce to the ounce if you wan't some more *Repeat |
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from Warren G - Return Of The Regulator (2001)
Artist: Warren G feat. Mista Grimm & George Clinton
Album: The Return of the Regulator Song: Speed Dreamin' (CHORUS) 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 makin then be like Swerving to the cury tires pealin rubber pealin Pull up to a halt but then in thingking somethat 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 CHORUS 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 CHORUS 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 CHORUS George Clinton 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 Warren G stepin' hard but it ain't as hard as it goN get |
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from Warren G - Return Of The Regulator (2001)
I saw ppl dancing in the streets
Streets of a lonely city Listen to the beats The people strike their feet on the lonley concrete streets of.. streets of a lonely city Some niggaz quick to get it confused This is where its cracking at (wassup ?) Big city of music We're only half of that What happens after midnight Goes up spoke of Cos broke niggaz where im at they dont show no love I done witness the concrete jungle in Watch the niggaz turn soft and leave humble-in Since i been young i hung out, hard knock Played my hand when they delt my cards Now check it out whats real is whats happening Now this is where i deal with and where i live at Not to many of us make (make it) it to see the day we able to make a statment (statment) The ways of the world has gone crazy Two things never change, thats the music and what the rules of the game is Now everybody knows ur name It aint no other place to turn But i better get a hold on this street shit i learnt it (learnt it) I saw ppl dancing in the streets Streets of a lonely city Listen to the beats The people strike their feet on the lonley concrete streets streets of a lonely city Take it back when i never had much A little bad nigga scrappin over mad stuff (gimme that fool) But i was born with a hunch for this shit My nigga dead beats, still i hustle a bit Help my mother make ends meet Its hard is god watchin? Non stop while the cops roll by on my block I see paper dancing in the street So whats the chance i can make the money work for me? But it hurts to see yo niggaz doing dirt For a livin so i put in work with this gift i was given Now might i mention that i was blessed by god And im down for anything that makes life less hard No matter where you are it can happen to anybody Its how it was when i came up And now i talk about it LBC city of music G-funk you tell me We do's it |
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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 *Repeat 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 And big heads, is what I'm all about, fool *Repeat |
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from Warren G - Return Of The Regulator (2001)
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 Oooooooooooooooh |
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from Warren G - Return Of The Regulator (2001)
[WC talking]
Take notes young locs, I advise y'all to slow down Glocks, K's, and eagles trying to put a murder down Watching fools servin' found Put your eyes on the prize, hitting switches And getting bitches with plenty riches And if you bang homie, do that But when your ass gets slapped with that 25, handle that And all you see is the glamor and gold Don't know the other side of the game is where it's scandalous and cold Your destiny is in your hands, you got control Wasting time with your life until your ass is old Trying to be bold, a hog and a pimp Eighteen years old, HIV in the limp *Can't fuck with, what you asked for Sometimes you just should let go Get what you need and not want Some folks believe and some don't These are the ones that don't last Hard head makes soft ass But it was something that I had to have I just had to have Whats crackin' gangsta Little woe G sake with a bang loose Dickie sagging how should kicking it Bangs with me, nigga let me swang with you Hop in this cut dog, and split this game to ya I see them niggas that got ya tatted and called it paddering A clutch and a glock, banging on niggas at the bus stop Putting in work, leave you broke, cloke white shirt Doing dirt trying to gain strikes for the turf Loc, what up, shit I knew your brother You used to bang with him, when you was a little motherfucker Until they amputated both of my legs, circled the block Caught your brother slippin' and flippin' the lead Retaliation was swift, furious, just know this hood shit is serious For the sake of if remembers, see your 'bout your paper And remember, loc's success is best with revenge on these haters, nigga *Repeat Murder, murder, murder I don't wanna die I'm trying to live, trying to survive Murder, murder, murder I don't wanna die I'm trying to live, trying to survive Niggas done got the game twisted Yet if these bustas pump 'em up And just start division, fool listen Life is like a grab shot You can either hit the jackpot Stack a not and get a calf shot Live you life homie Don't get pumped up to dump and get cracked And moms put a block on the phone You's a hard motherfucker, but now you all alone All alone in the streets it was on But hit the leather for penitentery friends gone Your on your own Until the youth, I spit to you They call me G dub and I spit the truth *Repeat [WC talking to end] |
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from Warren G - I Want It All (1999)
[Kurupt talking]
Y'all don't know nothin about this HEE-ARE Hahahahahahaha, yeah! It's Kurupt Young Gotti Hehaha, sup Warren G? It's my homeboy, huh? With my niggas Crucial Conflict, huh? Chillin, huh? Bumpin, puffin on a little bit of that Hay *TOKE* Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah [Warren G] Dollars make sense, it's all incorporated I'ma get it all, since a BG I done did it all, was in it all When I first thought I was in the wrong Couple tokes, alcohol Got everything I need, Hennessey and weed Since my arrival, based on this modern-day survival Evrything is technicality, everything based on reality So how do I get paid, all these licks nowadays They want me laid, dropped and plagued, AK mouth is sprayed It's like I'm blind, and I just can't see Warren G, I'ma holler at the homey Shorty B "Shorty B IT'S ME!", G Dove, I'm out to make a grip So call Crucial Conflict and let's make us some bomb shit [Wildstyle] Look at me on the M-I-C Tryin to stack my tips, comin in a big ole ride With all that bumpin side, livin up in your eyes, surprise Hangin on the corners where the young brothers be comin up The gangbangers be gunnin up, the type of brothers that roll with us High tech with much respect, with all that G's swarmin Like G-Funk in your eyes and make you see we about that cashflow Put em in a lasso, don't try to sweat, no joke We illa your side, in the back we get hot, trade bump and hit em up With the jigs up, freaks from the West to the east to the South where they chief Kurupt in the mind, Young Gotti down with the raw dog Flict I ain't no tricks, nigga Wildstyle, enemies get closed down We rock the shows, slammin do's, Cali to Chi-town [Coldhard] So chop it up, I'm gonna kick some shit about what's goin on Have to get my loot up so I suit up looked in the mirror said to myself "It's gon' be gone" I'm sick of goin thru the things that I have to do do Cops are happy to jack fools, I'm strictly ever gon' gank move I hate to be the one that have to take it But you best believe I'd die to make it anywhere in the world I'm standin with my pockets naked Set it out set it out, that's what I'ma holler On some slick, tryin to come up quick, witta trusty ole dollar Watchin you watchin me, hope I slip and bust my knees I'ma have to greet you at the pond, you should just be thinkin C's Comin out at ease, no matter what I'm still hard to please Flap flappin sky, be real til the day I leave so sneeze Chorus: Reel Tight Talin bout that money, dollar Gettin that money, gettin paid *repeat x3* [Never] We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, what's happenin? Rollin Cruise-controllin, the fo' and Daynes swell up Get the hell up, trump-tight click just in case I'm lavish Tryin ta fade me, you crazy ladies, babies created Men are shady, straight make me drink til my thoughts get swavy I think, maybe if I blink things will get back gravy But loccs in the hood they lord be makin it hard so lately But I gotta stay at the table, cos that raw dope is that will pay me Westside of California, on these corners pimpin daily Retire out on the lakefront, smokin blunts Takin the sale G, trap me like the male be To the Westside I'm a mental, all the regulators trail me [Kilo] Don't kick it out, let's do this Comin out the do', we down to wall Gotta get in the business, tell me waht's the call, we to the fall to ball We can't just fold up, gotta whole bunch of homies dependin on this, sho'nuff This only hustle is for brothers, feel to bring the business so slow up And we still up on a mini gold rush Ready to make the world go down Bound to get it cos I'm down wit it Now shitty the city, Conflict's causin critics to bite tongues Ain't the one, with the shotgun, showdown My town to your town on the rebound for them papers [Warren G] It's like brother brother brother how you make em get down? From the LBC to the Chi-town, Westside straight gettin down Hittin switches and we checkin all snitches Gettin all riches, and flossin in our pictures It's time for some new hits, one of us You know I spit some coast to coast love from your homey G Dove |
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from Warren G - I Want It All (1999)
I need a dope beat
a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G I wanna A dope beat with my a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G I need a dope beat a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G I wanna A dope beat with my a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G Y'all know me the G from the 213 LBC Regulatin skatin on all them Dayton's Bankin back on them singles With the Henney's and the Jimmy's Like I'm all tall short and like dark thick and skinny I'm a ladies man Mercedes and Proper ice livin nice as far as gravy stands Ain't nuttin changed me and Snoop's still the same Plus Nate droppin weight with the classic thang Now I remember way back at the bachelor set Slip my brother Dre Snoopa tape it put it in the deck The party started bangin and they both shook hands And made it legitimate for the G Funk Fans Now after that they hit the top when The Chronic dropped Remember 187 on the motherfuckin cop I wanna It's Still A G Thang with my where we hang and claim East Side til I die or I rise to fame I need a dope beat a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G I wanna A dope beat with my a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G I need a dope beat a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G I wanna A dope beat with my a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G I got my own style I got my own pal If you don't know now then nigga you better slow down Spendin bills bendin wheels people think I stea Puttin cameras in my grill everywhere I chill Kick back I spit facts and twist our tracks Drank gin with The Twinz see a bitch I mack Cuz if I ain't in the studio I'm deep in the hood Anyway gettin paid like Warren should Dre teachin me to work a beat now I'm bangin And I been with platinum now my album slangin I wanna Hangin' with my G's with my from the LBC With the homies that I know will put it down for me Well known keep my chrome and I hold my own But I'd rather roll and flow and be holdin the shows With the G Funk Family earnin a Grammy You can't see what I see and don't understand me I need a dope beat a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G I wanna A dope beat with my a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G I need a dope beat a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G I wanna A dope beat with my a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G I'm on my way to the studio beatin and thumpin Scoop D from Long Beach got some heat from Compton Hit the Eastside manages to see whats crackin Got some MGD just watching for jackin Its a hard knock life ya heard Jay Z featuring Annie No Limit like Snoop thats when the grammy Hit the Beach in the Long gray and black caddy Reminiscing on my great escapes through the alley Damn I done grew up and things done changed Just shakin my head trippin off the game Its so much you gotta do to keep it real out here But ain't nothing guaranteed cuz ain't nothing goin give I need a dope beat a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G A dope beat a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G I need a dope beat a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G I wanna A dope beat with my a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G I need a dope beat a dope beat a dope beat a dope beat |
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from Warren G - I Want It All (1999)
I'm the illest what
I'm the illest Warren G uh yeah I'm the illest the illest you've ever seen Haha check this shit out do Peep game look hmm She used to tell me that she loved me all the time I turned to her and say that I'm infatuated concentrated on cuttin it up Body bustin out your blouse don't button it up Me and you could make a getaway up in the cut I'm just a squirrel in your world bustin a nut Slide in the passenger side and creep to the tilt And maybe you could get a chance to sleep on my silk because you come with that A 1 shit The kind I wouldn't mind havin a 20 year run with I'm done with these games played by these dames I could exit the drama the same way that I came Cos I gotta put it down for my sons so you skanless scuds gets none of my funds Cos I can't be in love with my pockets on fee Get the money the power and the rest come for free you know I let you hang so you could see You tried to switch the fool out of me I meant So I guess I'll have to let you be Baby Baby baby baby baby you know I let you hang so you could see You tried to switch the fool out of me I meant So I guess I'll have to let you be Baby Baby baby baby baby you know Now baby look at the time We gotta do what we gotta do The club's about to close don't you wanna ride in a Rolls Royce Make it real moist Take the Rolls to the jet take the jet to my yacht Letcha kick it for a week in my Carribbean spot Coconut milk bath bath private beach first class class Water clear like glass glass waves ticklin your ass Cut the act baby you need a change of pace I deliver you a whole new world of taste Guaranteed to put a different timid look on your face Put the arch in your back when I'm grippin your waist Warren G keep flippin the bass on key Cos you rollin with a G when you're rollin with me Easily I spit game to make it hot Headed straight for the motherfuckin G Spot you know I let you hang so you could see You tried to switch the fool out of me I meant So I guess I'll have to let you be Baby Baby baby baby baby you know I let you hang so you could see You tried to switch the fool out of me I meant So I guess I'll have to let you be Baby Baby baby baby baby you know See now look at the picture You got a lotta women out there preaching about how they ain't a bitch or a ho but now if you carry yourself in a fashionable matter game can be matched both ways by a player not a player hater please believe it It's told not to be sold by me You know what it ain't my fault I let you hang around so that you can see I let you hang so you could see You tried to switch the fool out of me I meant So I guess I'll have to let you be Baby Baby baby baby baby you know I let you hang so you could see You tried to switch the fool out of me I meant So I guess I'll have to let you be Baby Baby baby baby baby you know I let you hang so you could see You tried to switch the fool out of me I meant So I guess I'll have to let you be Baby Baby baby baby baby you know |
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from Warren G - I Want It All (1999)
I come to find out
all these years man The game wont wait no matter who you are Where you are or how you are The game wont wait Its a cold thang its a cold game You know how it is Game dont wait Shit dont stop because Game dont wait Shit dont stop because Game dont wait Shit dont stop because Game dont wait Shit dont stop because Game dont wait Now all I see is we The LBC 213s Cheese and please and the reason the season The click's off the heezy MrWarren G Z Gots to make it easy for Snoop D Z They come back and drop raps and make snaps so easy The most hunted and most wanted With a pocket full of hundreds you know how we run it Snoop D woop pass the MIC Anticipation 213 We contemplate and regulate Now we got the game tight its money to make The game wont wait but you can wait for the game Worldwide tour with skirts screamin our name The hits dont stop because the game wont change all we goin to do is maintain The hits dont stop because the game dont wait I got no time for no payin much rate I gotta go out and buy some brand new clothes change my socks before they reveal my toes The hits dont stop because the game dont wait And the girls dont stop because the dick is straight let me teach you what I already know the hits dont stop so Shit dont stop because Game dont wait Shit dont stop because game dont wait Shit dont stop because Game dont wait Shit dont stop because the game dont Now its the second time around ain't no phonies any fakes Let me holla at cha tryin to snake my stakes you older than me you say OG you almost 40 tryin to stay young and sporty Sport you roll me those and stay in ya place Before you see all stars right up in ya face Youngsta never bite the hand thats feeds you Proceed to get back to your folks the loccs that need you We do we always keep it on the true 213 thats the name of the crew Its true that the dirt i did As a kid got me caught up but I was brought up With the MO if a DO so play your info Youngster I been doin this before I hit the radizzo Snoop D Z is off the heezey So you can make mine extra cheesy The crew's a twist cuz it consists of 3 riders eastsiders one love The hits dont stop because the game won't change All we ever wanted was a smal l time rap chain Game dont wait Shit dont stop because Game dont wait Shit dont stop because Game dont wait Shit dont stop because Game dont wait Shit dont stop because Game dont The shit keeps movin it'll never stop Long as we able to make hit roccs Long as a papa can't stop my flow The shit don't stop I gotta make my flow The shit don't stop if you intend to take The shit don't stop its companies we break Take all the money and toss them hoes The shit don't stop thats just Game dont wait Shit dont stop because the game dont wait Shit dont stop because the game dont wait Shit dont stop because the game dont wait Shit dont stop because the game dont wait Shit dont stop because the game dont wait |
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from Warren G - I Want It All (1999)
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 don't 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 five seconds to evacuate the scene yeah Hit the stash nigga Nigga what the fuck you wanna do Talk blast nigga think fast Hit a nigga wit a little gangsta love Gangsta love Hit a nigga wit a little gangsta love Gangsta love Hit a nigga wit a little Gangsta love Gangsta love Hit a nigga wit a little Gangsta love Gangsta Let's 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 reroute 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 OGs My nigga Warren G 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 it's about that time Hit a nigga wit a little gangsta love Gangsta love Hit a nigga wit a little gangsta love Gangsta love Hit a nigga wit a little gangsta love Gangsta love Hit a nigga wit a little gangsta love Gangsta love Gangsta love |
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from Warren G - I Want It All (1999)
Mic check, time for me to make that connect
With the so so def so I can make my collect Private jet in motion, over the ocean Touch down jungle air strip, CD's to flip Feds having a cow Gotta stay on the down low for now Am I living foul? Fuck that I'm living fat, I got the track Don Chi Chi and Nate they got my back and it's like that Y'all the type of niggaz to blink and to come up all assed out I'm the type to say fuck that and go cash out All glassed out with the count of the bitch Screaming nigga I aint having that shit I represent niggas that love to ball, and still be trappin' And only drink outta the bottle with the gold wrappin' If it's gon happen I'm the one that make it go down Cool JD how you like me now? I keep... Havin' things (We havin' things, havin' things) Havin' things (yeah) (We havin' things, havin' things) (x2) I reminisce when it's like this Real niggas get together yhey don't like this So I'ma spice this ATL, Long Beach to Cada We been doing this for years for you paper haters When the beach turned out fresh dress in eighty fo' When JD was poppin' in houdinni's videos Me and Nate was serving on the east side fo' sho And in a game fo' a minute got a minute to go What? They should know now (We havin' thangs, havin' thangs) Don't sell your soul now (To have things, have things) Do what you feel now (If you want things, want things) Keep it real (Keep it real y'all) Havin' things (We havin' things, havin' things) Havin' things (yeah) (We havin' things, havin' things) (x2) Come on out to my castle lady See you thangs on your mind Go on up to my bedroom baby Tonight everything is just fine (all right) Stay with me just little while longer It's only a quarter to five I can stay up late Don't work in the morning Havin' things is just fine I'm a south coast nigga so fuck y'all niggas With hate, Me and G V.I.P. at the gate with Nate Bringing bitches to the table with they belly out Fine as fuck, but steady trying to tell me how They got a man but still wanna get they drink on I'm lookin at this hoes like "You ain't heard this song?" If you drink this shit, it's time to leave Fo' shi's Fo' c's It's 12:18 And we be... Havin' things (We havin' things, havin' things) Havin' things (yeah) (We havin' things, havin' things) (x3) |
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from Warren G - I Want It All (1999)
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 draws And I'm bawlin 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 Won't fall 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 stink so if you plan 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 I said remember what you told yourself I said remember what you told yourself I said remember what you told yourself 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 draws And I'm bawlin everytime I stop and talk to y'all I want it all all all all I want it all all all all all 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 slout And live the lifestyle that Robin Leech talkin' about Slow down player don't hate cuz you can't relate The Bentley Coupes and kickin' gears on Harley's with the straights I got more lime light than Vegas on cable Willing enable to shoot seen nervios at the craps table And while you can't get off the ground I'm getting high Fuckin' fly and fly with 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 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 draws And I'm bawlin everytime I stop and talk to y'all I want it all all all all I want it all all all all all Me and 10 get paid escapade to the spot We hots like rocks served on hot blocks I notice money make the world circulate So we gon' stack and stack and take a sip in Perkle Lake 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 Ha ha 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 dawg 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' zig with they Daddy's royalty check And at that point I'm through talkin' dawg enough said So if you owe Mack money then I suggest you break bread 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 draws And I'm bawlin everytime I stop and talk to y'all I want it all all all all I want it all all all all all 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 draws And I'm bawlin everytime I stop and talk to y'all I want it all all all all I want it all all all all 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 That's right What Hoo Bangin' What up We know The paper's out there That's right what The whole world Paper's out there |
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