Warren G

Warren G - Reality lyrics

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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 shit, reality
 Who gives a fuck if you niggaz is mad at me
 Fuck around with Warren G its a tragedy
 Real niggaz, real shit, reality

 Warren G top dog
 Patrollin the beach
 Niggaz say they as hard as bitch
 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 dont seem like shit 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
 muthafuckers and shake busters

 Chorus

 Have you ever sold millions
 But yet you niggaz persist to talk shit
 Get of my dick
 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 fuck with you nigga
 So don't fuck 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 muthafucka

 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
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels Recordings

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

Appearing on: Greatest Hits , The Very Best (1997)

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