Warren G top dog, patrollin' the beach,
Niggas 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 trees, post it, coastin mashing down
Pacific Coast and 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'd up at the park sippin ?lisah
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 hear 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
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Ты в край родной, родная песня наша,
Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели,
Где было так привольно нам с тобою.
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Have you ever sold millions?
But yet you niggas persist to talk shit
Get off 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 cr?p though
Blow the whistle, they think I bang
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 Eastside
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 till ya low
Get the party hit like blaze and smoke
The Eastside and the beach
West side of the coast
You know the niggas that I ride with
Hogs, attack dogs
The same niggas I'm down to die with
Muthafucka
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Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели,
Где было так привольно нам с тобою.
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Who's the man?
I've been from London to Japan
Stomp land to land to the Egyptian sands
You can't check me, disrespect me
Or mop me up
With the bass 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
Money over power, power over money
Money over power
Bitch, bitch
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Ты в край родной, родная песня наша,
Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели,
Где было так привольно нам с тобою.
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