Prince Igor

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

Улетай на крыльях ветра

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

Улетай на крыльях ветра

Ты в край родной, родная песня наша,

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

Улетай на крыльях ветра

Ты в край родной, родная песня наша,

Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели,

Где было так привольно нам с тобою.

(bis)