*featuring Butch Cassidy
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1, 2, 1, 2, yeah
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All yeah, we doing it like that
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We flip that, uh
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More in the crib
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Dru, yeah, D-Funk allstars
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Thats how we do it, G-Funk, yeah
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[Warren G]
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What's y'all thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit
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Too much smokin' that Sherman shit
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I learned this from the best, and got y'all sprung
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The, the doctor, Andre Young
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Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me
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Going hard on the yard, 'till me dogs bailed me
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They tells me, I can't precede with it
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I came back and got ole G'd with it
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We get crunk, spit it when we drunk
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Commited to that shit, that makes the gangstas stump
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Chumps can try, if they choose to to
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With these locs love my dogs like the Blues Clues
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So excuse you, I'm the reason for the fame
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And all of a sudden, you ain't believing in the name
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What? Butch Cassidy, show 'em what we working with
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[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
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This gangsta shit is too much
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Don't be suckas, can't touch
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It's working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYC
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Warren G, with the gangsta three's, oooh wee!
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[Warren G]
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And the win, on the 7-10 southbound
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Duece and gin, getting guzzled down by the mouth now
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Smashing a hundred in the car pool
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Thats the type of thing that hogs do
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My concern ain't the fame, I hope you know that
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Status: millionaire, still don't show that
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Go back to where I was raised
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On the porch is where they got braids, never not afraid
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To test my shot, drop a hundred dollar fade
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Holla, don't be a major see me in the hood
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Off TV, totally un-Hollywood
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Still to the good and you know that
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Still with me, still when you show that
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And Big Snoop Dogg we gonna blow that
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Still with it, we all say that we real with it
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Until bustas reveal, how we really did it
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[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
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[Warren G]
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So what's crackin' now
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Got these haters actin' now
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Backin' down to this gangsta sound
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Westcoast circus clowns
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It's on purpose how I spit rounds
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You trying to get down
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Abnorm with the form, swarming heated
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Hitting fools glocks like we got cheated
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Repeated simotaneously
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I'm bringing bangers with me
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So hopefully, moves can be made
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We can all get paid, relax in the shade
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Sun, snow, it really don't matter
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We can all make dough
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Eastcoast, westcoast, midwest, dirty south
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And big heads, is what I'm all about
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And big heads, is what I'm all about
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And big heads, is what I'm all about, fool
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[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
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This Gangsta Shit Is Too Much
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Warren G |