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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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| 3:59 |
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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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| 3:25 |
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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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| 4:05 |
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| 3:27 |
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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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