*featuring Bad Ass, Mr. Malik, Perfec
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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 da hype
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tryin to ride and get by like da 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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[Perfec]
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Blaze up a flow, sit watch my paper grow
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Cautious, in case niggaz wanna cross this
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But they can't cross me, I'm way too flossy
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Out here makin millions
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All in wit the villians
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Let's turn these millions to trillions
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I've seen it all pop slow unfold, and go
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Now it's time to get mo' dough, ya know
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I play unda tha wrath a thunder
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Electric shocks hot as da summer
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More foul than funner, gun ya
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In the open range, man it seems strange
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Even sometimes deranged inside my brain
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I hold the key, identify then flee
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Every MC close to me
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Cause I'm supposed to be all in wit my chips (nigga)
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I'm all in with the crips and bloods
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Grips for thugs, I nudge
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The homey on his shoulda, cuz every day I'm gettin older
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As the world turns and gets colder
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Laid back I shot me sumpin, Perfec from dynamic, bangin G-Funk
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[Warren G]
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Well I moved 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
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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, Perfec, Hershey Locc and Bad Ass
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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, Perfec, Hershey Loc and Bad Ass
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Sittin back,and we makin the cash
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It's Warren, Perfec, Hershey Loc and Bad Ass
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Ya know what I'm sayin Warren G
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with my homeboy from the pound Hershey Locc
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and the homey Perfec, 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
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Warren G |