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What's up negros and negrettes? It's your boy Warren G You know what I'm saying? Chillin' with the home boy Mack 10 And we gon' lay a lil' sumpin' down for y'all Let y'all know what time it is Show you how we keepin' it real wit' it You know, cuz this world is built on material thangs But we ain't trippin' off that We want y'all to know this, check it (Chorus) I want it all; money, fast cars Diamond rings, gold chains and champagne Shit, everydamn thing I want it all; houses, expenses My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple o' Benz's I want it all; brand new socks and drawls And I'm ballin everytime I stop and talk to y'all I want it all, all, all, all I want it all, all, all, all, all [Warren G] They say, 'There go Warren G with that envious stare' I love this game too much, I wish these haters wasn't here It's a shame, we came too far to turn back It's a cold world, it gets so hard, you learned that )From falling, tryin' to walk from crawl Tryin' to hustle up from broke to ballin' And, yeah, y'all in effect that's all me The jiggy G-Z, all my niggas that keep it real and do it easy Believe me, young nigga, fat meat is greasy And shit stank, so if you plot a lick and hit a bank And get away, or get gaffled, the very next day Don't cry, hold your head up high And remember what you told yourself, nigga I said remember what you told yourself, nigga I said remember what you told yourself, nigga I said remember what you told yourself, nigga (Chorus) [Mack 10] I want it all, so I got to wake up and ball And thanks to y'all, I got plaques on the wall Mack 10 laced with the know how to paper chase Crushed ice, throw my Rollie face in the platinum fan base )From net workin' and hustlin', no doubt, I got clout And live the lifestyle that Robin Leach talkin' about Slow down player, don't hate cuz you can't relate The Bently Coupes and kickin' gears on Harley's with the straights I got more lime light than Vegas on cable Will it enable to shoot C-Note "Yo's" at the crap table And while you can't get off the ground, I'm getting high A nigga fly and fly, with the desire to build an empire I strapped up and took flight like a missle Told them loud and clear as a whistle 'Hoo Bangin' is official' Handing out gold medallions at roll-call I'ma ball and never fall cuz Mack 10 want it all What (Chorus) [Warren G] Me and 10 get paid escapade to the spot We hot like rocks served on hot blocks I notice money make the world circulate So we gon' stack and stack and take a sip and perculate Bump, let the woofers sub (sub), show the homies love (love) Warren to the G (G), and Little G-Dub (Dub) Surface on the low, slide or don't slide at all Ride or don't ride at all [Mack 10] Warren, I couldn't be more serious about my 'fetti I stay tight on the mic and keep the pen movin' steady I want it all, dog, and it might be greed I hate to trip, but I got two little mouths to feed They don't know nuttin' about no excuses and disrespect Or somebody bein' jank with they Daddy's royalty check And at that point, I'm through talkin', dog, enough said So, if you owe Mack money, then I suggest you break bread I want it all (Chorus x3) [Warren G] [Mack 10] Mack 10 What up? I know The paper's out there, ha ha Yeah, Warren G What up? You know The paper's out there, ha ha Yeah G Funk What up? You know The paper's out there, ha ha That's right What? Hoo Bangin' What up? We know The paper's out there, ha ha That's right, what? The whole world Paper's out there Speak on it Ha ha Wrong: All the hood Right: All the hood rats What up? You know |
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| 4:14 |
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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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| 3:33 |
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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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| 1:48 |
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| 4:22 |
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[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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| 5:03 |
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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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| 3:58 |
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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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| 1:00 |
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| 3:55 |
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*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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| 4:08 |
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| 4:11 |
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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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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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| 5:06 |
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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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