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Whats happenin? I’m just chillin, you know Checkin my game you dig, you know Trippin off these fools around the situation, you know it’s like that [mr. malik] I went from hustlin and slangin to bustin and bangin I got to keep it real, so fuck not cursin when I’m sangin Now let me tell y’all about this shit, went down the other nite Me and the doggs see some niggaz, just caught up in da hype Tryin to ride and get by like da fbi Cause we know bout them hk’s, they right outside But we never knew y’all had a clue bout what we go through So tell how the fuck could you speak on my crew [badass] I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keys It’s hard work and it hurts to live life on ya knees So God please have a lil mercy on my soul What my eyes see my mind think my hand should hold The outcome of these actions warm hearts turn cold Lil snake tryin to blast me wit the gun he stole We hang out, banged out, same route as the day before Blessed wit perception, but don’t know how my days a go Could see my nigga hittin wit some pay, a few days ago [perfec] Blaze up a flow, sit watch my paper grow Cautious, in case niggaz wanna cross this But they can’t cross me, I’m way too flossy Out here makin millions All in wit the villians Let’s turn these millions to trillions I’ve seen it all pop slow unfold, and go Now it’s time to get mo’ dough, ya know I play unda tha wrath a thunder Electric shocks hot as da summer More foul than funner, gun ya In the open range, man it seems strange Even sometimes deranged inside my brain I hold the key, identify then flee Every mc close to me Cause I’m supposed to be all in wit my chips (nigga) I’m all in with the crips and bloods Grips for thugs, I nudge The homey on his shoulda, cuz every day I’m gettin older As the world turns and gets colder Laid back I shot me sumpin, perfec from dynamic, bangin g-funk [warren g] Well I moved from the east to the west Word on the street, niggaz wanna test But these mc’s, is scared to buck Plus they talk too much and smoke too many blunts You fuckin rookies Sweet as mr. smith’s cookies Ya hate me one minute and tha next ya wanna buck me He sent a hoe, in the back seat of my fo’ While ya goin back to cali, watch how you flow Now ya know, about this warren g era G-funk terror, look into tha mirror And what you see is the don of the company (warren g, warren, warren, warren’s to tha g) You still see, what I see All of the homies in the lb Sittin back, and we makin the cash Warren g, perfec, hershey locc and bad ass (chorus) x2 And we never knew you had clue of what we go through So how in tha fuck could y’all speak of our crew Ya thought this, ya thought that, we thought y’all should laid back Yeah it’s like that,for me it’s like that Sittin back,and we makin the cash It’s warren, perfec, hershey loc and bad ass Sittin back,and we makin the cash It’s warren, perfec, hershey loc and bad ass Ya know what I’m sayin warren g With my homeboy from the pound hershey locc And the homey perfec, ya know what I’m sayin and mr. badass And thats how we doin it fool, yeah We ain’t bangin on wacks nigga, we doin it like we should be fool, Yeah  More Warren G Song Lyrics
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