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Lyrics: I don't know why they mad at me They can't catch me but still they after me When we deal face to face, is a tragedy You ask why I got my gun they might blast at me Real niggaz, real sh**, reality Who gives a f*** if you niggaz is mad at me f*** around with warren g it's a tragedy Real niggaz, real sh**, reality Warren g top dog Patrollin the beach Niggaz say they as hard as bi*** But they're as soft as a peach Claimin the g of all g's Please I come blowin through like the breeze Sittin on threes Post it Coastin mashing down pacfic coastin The bomb chrome rims black on black yukon With nuts hangin' from the city Where the bangers is being banging It don't seem like sh** is changing I holla'd at the homey the other day G'ded up at the park sippin alisah One of the homeys took a beaten So now we spend at being a gang Of checking at the meetin like cycles repeatin It's just another sunset fall in sea I can here the homeys in the past callin me And you know what I discovered What they keep saying Keep your mind on your money Muthaf***ers and shake busters Chorus Have you ever sold millions But yet you niggaz persist to talk sh** Get of my d*** You never catch me slipping Rollin with the heat Slap the clip in I never thought the world would started trippin My life is a trip, though Hit the crip though Blow the whistle They think I banged So I packed a pistol Warren to tha g is a g I don't f*** with you nigga So don't f*** with me Let's ride to the east side Slide like a fo I packs a fo-fo When I'm steppin out doors To the bang to the buggy If I speak then I spoke Warren g do it every time to you locc Get the party beat like blaze and smoke The east side and the beach West side of the coast You know the niggaz that I ride with Hogs, attack dogs The same niggaz I'm down to die with muthaf***a Chours Who's the man I've been from london to japan Stomp land to land To the egyptian sands You can't check me Dis-respect me Or mop me up With the base bumpin' out my truck And all these police trying to lock me up Money rules the world And I made the loot So don't make me shoot Cuz trying to mash Will get you done every time I ain't trying to hurt nobody But I'm down for mine Chorus More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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