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Tytuł: What we go through

  • Wykonawca: Warren G
  • Wy¶wietleń: 323
(Whats up Warren G?)
   Whats happenin? I'm just chillin, you know
   Checkin my game you dig, you know
   Trippin off these fools around the situation, you know its 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