*featuring Tha Dogg Pound, Mr. Malik (Hershey Locc), Badass
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(Whats up Warren G?)
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Whats happenin? I'm just chillin, you know
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Checkin my game you dig, you know
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Trippin off these fools around the situation, you know its like that
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[Mr. Malik]
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I went from hustlin and slangin to bustin and bangin
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I got to keep it real, so fuck not cursin when I'm sangin
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now let me tell y'all about this shit, went down the other nite
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me and the doggs see some niggaz, just caught up in tha hype
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tryin to ride and get by like tha FBI
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cause we know bout them hk's, they right outside
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but we never knew y'all had a clue bout what we go through
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so tell how the fuck could you speak on my crew
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[Badass]
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I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keys
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It's hard work and it hurts to live life on ya knees
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so God please have a lil mercy on my soul
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What my eyes see my mind think my hand should hold
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The outcome of these actions warm hearts turn cold
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Lil snake tryin to blast me wit the gun he stole
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We hang out, banged out, same route as the day before
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Blessed wit perception, but don't know how my days a go
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Could see my nigga hittin wit some pay, a few days ago
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[Daz]
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Now we back in the mix with some more clips and paper though
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I can't do nothing but enjoy myself
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gotta do it myself, got a gang of wealth
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its bloodclottin muthafuckaz seem like they want it all
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but they can't, trying to fake on me and my doggs
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if I fall I fail, gotta retrace my trail
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cross C's to clock G's I bell with bell
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I keep the throw downs for mine
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Warren G, Dogg Pound clockin the doves and come
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serve your whole fuckin hood with some bud and rhymes
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[Kurupt]
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Plus you niggaz dont mash like mine, throw em 17 times
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money like a muthafucka, homey give me mines
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paid, I come stomping like a parade, the escapades
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psychoatic analysis, as I consume, always cartin the mushrooms
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with clear sight, the daylight's like the night
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a closet full of Franklins, a G's paradise
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a nice 40 ounce a O.E. on ice
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precise poetic performing nice on mics
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[Warren G]
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Well I flew from the East to the West
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Word on the street, niggaz wanna test
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But these MC's, is scared to buck
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Plus they talk too much and smoke too many blunts
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You fuckin rookies
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Sweet as Mr. Smith's cookies
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Ya hate me one minute and tha next ya wanna buck me
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He sent a hoe, in the back seat of my fo'
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While ya Goin Back To Cali, watch how you flow
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Now ya know, about this Warren G Era
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G-Funk terror, look into tha mirror
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And what you see is the don of the company, that nigga
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(Warren G, Warren, Warren, Warren's to tha G)
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You still see, what I see
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All of the homies in the LB
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Sittin back, and we makin the cash
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Warren G, Kurupt, Hershey, Daz and Badass
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[(Chorus) x2]
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And we never knew you had clue of what we go through
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So how in tha fuck could y'all speak of our crew
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Ya thought this, ya thought that, we thought y'all should laid back
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Yeah it's like that,for me it's like that
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Sittin back,and we makin the cash
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It's Warren G, Kurupt, Hershey, Daz and Badass
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Sittin back,and we makin the cash
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It's Warren G, Kurupt, Hershey, Daz and Badass
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Thats right
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Ya know what I'm sayin Warren G
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with my homeboys from the pound Daz Dillinger, Kurupt the Kingpin
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and the homey Malik, ya know what I'm sayin and Mr. Badass
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and thats how we doin it fool, yeah
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we ain't bangin on wacks nigga, we doin it like we should be fool,
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yeah
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What We Go Through (Promo Version)
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Warren G |