Tytuł: Here comes another hit

• Wykonawca: Warren G
• Wyświetleń: 284

Waiting around a crew of thugs
   That parade in blue, and yelling cuz (whats up cuz)
   Ate by selling drugs
   '38 snub in the waist, in case fools lose love
   These days still the same
   I can steal the flame, eyes kill with the pain
   So I advise y'all to chill with the games
   Entertain for the cheddar and the change
   So fuck whoever, in the fame, forever a man
   Around my dogs, banging the pound, swanging the town
   How we choose, now I'm aggravated and assault is my next move
   Success means issues, so I guess it's time for me to disclude
   Handle mines, we use pistols
   G's move with the conscience
   When we disaprove of that nonsense
   Ex-cons with that gangsta gangsta gangsta shit
   Here come another hit
  
   [Chorus: Nate Dogg]
   I think it's time we do it, they said it couldn't be done
   Still we making paper, still we having fun
   I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G
   Tightest combination, in the industry
   Here comes another one
  
   [Mista Grimm]
   I can see us smashing up the shore past laws thats lost
   2000 Ucon Excel, duel exhaust
   TV screen, DVD, E-mail
   Passenger, bad female, what the hell
   Stash spot, with the hollow head shell
   Niggas start trippin, I'm on the next tail
   Hands free, callin' up my nigga Warren G
   I pull strings, like Mya Landske
   Bulletproof, emotint you can't see
   Mr. G rollin' up weed, afghany sensee
   Bad MC, Mike Fiend, you the know spinage
   Like wintergreenmint, talk shit
   Sleep with the fish, you cement
   New residence, with no hesitance
   It gets tints on the floor
   Staple center chick, next to Denzel and Nicholsen
   Phil Jackson whistlin'
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Warren G]
   Mean mugs in the club, mean nothing to us
   In South scene, me and the team trying to fuck us some sluts
   Dying to fuck, I chuck us when we step through
   Poppin' our collars, with our nephews
   Next to you, you got millionaires moving
   Hitting the dance floor, stealing their groovin'
   Doing they damn thing, and ain't worried about a damn thing
   But man, thats the celebrity ways
   Poppin' a litty got some rappers scared of these days
   Industry ways, thats how Hollywood pays
   Uh, top dollar when I dip my Impala
   In front of the club, make your woman wanna holla (holla)
   At a playa though, what's your dude yo
   I keep it gangsta, I ain't trying to be rude hoe
   Oh, you know how that shit go
   Or give when cats get fed off the four or fifths
  
   [Chorus]