I don't know why they mad at me
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They can't catch me but still they after me
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When we deal face to face, is a tragedy
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You ask why i got my gun they might blast at me
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Real niggaz, real shit, reality
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Who gives a fuck if you niggaz is mad at me
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Fuck around with Warren G its a tragedy
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Real niggaz, real shit, reality
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Warren G top dog
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Patrollin the beach
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Niggaz say they as hard as bitch
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But they're as soft as a peach
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Claimin the G of all G's
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Please
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I come blowin through like the breeze
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Sittin on threes
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Post it
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Coastin mashing down Pacfic Coastin
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The bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon
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With nuts hangin' from the city
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Where the bangers is being banging
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it dont seem like shit is changing
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I holla'd at the homey the other day
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G'ded up at the park sippin alisah
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One of the homeys took a beaten
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So now we spend at being a gang
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of checking at the meetin like cycles repeatin
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It's just another sunset fall in sea
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I can here the homeys in the past callin me
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And you know what i discovered
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What they keep saying
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Keep your mind on your money
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muthafuckers and shake busters
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[Chorus]
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Have you ever sold millions
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But yet you niggaz persist to talk shit
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Get of my dick
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You never catch me slipping
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Rollin with the heat
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Slap the clip in
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I never thought the world would started trippin
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My life is a trip, though
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Hit the crip though
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Blow the whistle
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They think i banged
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So i packed a pistol
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Warren to tha G is a G
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I don't fuck with you nigga
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So don't fuck with me
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Let's ride to the east side
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Slide like a fo
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I packs a fo-fo
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When i'm steppin out doors
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To the bang to the buggy
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If i speak then i spoke
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Warren G do it every time to you Locc
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Get the party beat like blaze and smoke
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The east side and the beach
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West side of the coast
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You know the niggaz that i ride with
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Hogs, attack dogs
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the same niggaz i'm down to die with muthafucka
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[Chours]
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Who's the man
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I've been from London to Japan
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Stomp land to land
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To the Egyptian sands
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You can't check me
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Dis-respect me
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Or mop me up
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With the base bumpin' out my truck
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And all these police trying to lock me up
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Money rules the world
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And I made the loot
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So don't make me shoot
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Cuz trying to mash
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Will get you done every time
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I ain't trying to hurt nobody
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But i'm down for mine
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[Chorus]
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Reality
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Warren G |