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 tha hype
 tryin to ride and get by like tha 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

 [Daz]
 Now we back in the mix with some more clips and paper though
 I can't do nothing but enjoy myself
 gotta do it myself, got a gang of wealth
 its bloodclottin muthafuckaz seem like they want it all
 but they can't, trying to fake on me and my doggs
 if I fall I fail, gotta retrace my trail
 cross C's to clock G's I bell with bell
 I keep the throw downs for mine
 Warren G, Dogg Pound clockin the doves and come
 serve your whole fuckin hood with some bud and rhymes

 [Kurupt]
 Plus you niggaz dont mash like mine, throw em 17 times
 money like a muthafucka, homey give me mines
 paid, I come stomping like a parade, the escapades
 psychoatic analysis, as I consume, always cartin the mushrooms
 with clear sight, the daylight's like the night
 a closet full of Franklins, a G's paradise
 a nice 40 ounce a O.E. on ice
 precise poetic performing nice on mics

 [Warren G]
 Well I flew 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, that nigga
 (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, Kurupt, Hershey, Daz and Badass

 (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 G, Kurupt, Hershey, Daz and Badass
 Sittin back,and we makin the cash
 It's Warren G, Kurupt, Hershey, Daz and Badass

 Thats right
 Ya know what I'm sayin Warren G
 with my homeboys from the pound Daz Dillinger, Kurupt the Kingpin
 and the homey Malik, 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