(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