| What’s up negros and negrettes?
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| It’s your boy Warren G
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| Chillin' with the home boy Mack 10
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| And we gon' lay a lil' sumpin' down for y’all
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| Let y’all know what time it is
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| Show you how we keepin' it real wit' it
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| You know, cuz this world is built on material thangs
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| But we ain’t trippin' off that
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| We want y’all to know this, check it
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| I want it all; |
| money, fast cars
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| Diamond rings, gold chains and champagne
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| Shit, everydamn thing
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| I want it all; |
| houses, expenses
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| My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple o' Benz’s
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| I want it all; |
| brand new socks and drawls
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| And I’m ballin everytime I stop and talk to y’all
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| I want it all, all, all, all
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| I want it all, all, all, all, all
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| They say, 'There go Warren G with that envious stare'
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| I love this game too much, I wish these haters wasn’t here
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| It’s a shame, we came too far to turn back
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| It’s a cold world, it gets so hard, you learned that
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| ]From falling, tryin' to walk from crawl
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| Tryin' to hustle up from broke to ballin'
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| And, yeah, y’all in effect that’s all me
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| The jiggy G-Z, all my niggas that keep it real and do it easy
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| Believe me, young nigga, fat meat is greasy
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| And shit stank, so if you plot a lick and hit a bank
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| And get away, or get gaffled, the very next day
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| Don’t cry, hold your head up high
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| And remember what you told yourself, nigga
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| I said remember what you told yourself, nigga
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| I said remember what you told yourself, nigga
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| I said remember what you told yourself, nigga
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| I want it all; |
| money, fast cars
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| Diamond rings, gold chains and champagne
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| Shit, everydamn thing
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| I want it all; |
| houses, expenses
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| My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple o' Benz’s
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| I want it all; |
| brand new socks and drawls
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| And I’m ballin everytime I stop and talk to y’all
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| I want it all, all, all, all
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| I want it all, all, all, all, all
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| I want it all, so I got to wake up and ball
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| And thanks to y’all, I got plaques on the wall
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| Mack 10 laced with the know how to paper chase
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| Crushed ice, throw my Rollie face in the platinum fan base
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| ]From net workin' and hustlin', no doubt, I got clout
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| And live the lifestyle that Robin Leach talkin' about
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| Slow down player, don’t hate cuz you can’t relate
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| The Bently Coupes and kickin' gears on Harley’s with the straights
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| I got more lime light than Vegas on cable
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| Will it enable to shoot C-Note «Yo's» at the crap table
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| And while you can’t get off the ground, I’m getting high
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| A nigga fly and fly, with the desire to build an empire
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| I strapped up and took flight like a missle
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| Told them loud and clear as a whistle 'Hoo Bangin' is official'
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| Handing out gold medallions at roll-call
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| I’ma ball and never fall cuz Mack 10 want it all
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| What
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| I want it all; |
| money, fast cars
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| Diamond rings, gold chains and champagne
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| Shit, everydamn thing
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| I want it all; |
| houses, expenses
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| My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple o' Benz’s
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| I want it all; |
| brand new socks and drawls
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| And I’m ballin everytime I stop and talk to y’all
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| I want it all, all, all, all
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| I want it all, all, all, all, all
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| Me and 10 get paid escapade to the spot
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| We hot like rocks served on hot blocks
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| I notice money make the world circulate
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| So we gon' stack and stack and take a sip and perculate
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| Bump, let the woofers sub (sub), show the homies love (love)
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| Warren to the G (G), and Little G-Dub (Dub)
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| Surface on the low, slide or don’t slide at all
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| Ride or don’t ride at all
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| Warren, I couldn’t be more serious about my 'fetti
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| I stay tight on the mic and keep the pen movin' steady
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| I want it all, dog, and it might be greed
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| I hate to trip, but I got two little mouths to feed
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| They don’t know nuttin' about no excuses and disrespect
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| Or somebody bein' jank with they Daddy’s royalty check
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| And at that point, I’m through talkin', dog, enough said
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| So, if you owe Mack money, then I suggest you break bread
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| I want it all
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| I want it all; |
| money, fast cars
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| Diamond rings, gold chains and champagne
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| Shit, everydamn thing
|
| I want it all; |
| houses, expenses
|
| My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple o' Benz’s
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| I want it all; |
| brand new socks and drawls
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| And I’m ballin everytime I stop and talk to y’all |
| I want it all, all, all, all
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| I want it all, all, all, all, all
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| I want it all; |
| money, fast cars
|
| Diamond rings, gold chains and champagne
|
| Shit, everydamn thing
|
| I want it all; |
| houses, expenses
|
| My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple o' Benz’s
|
| I want it all; |
| brand new socks and drawls
|
| And I’m ballin everytime I stop and talk to y’all
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| I want it all, all, all, all
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| I want it all, all, all, all, all
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| I want it all; |
| money, fast cars
|
| Diamond rings, gold chains and champagne
|
| Shit, everydamn thing
|
| I want it all; |
| houses, expenses
|
| My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple o' Benz’s
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| I want it all; |
| brand new socks and drawls
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| And I’m ballin everytime I stop and talk to y’all
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| I want it all, all, all, all
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| I want it all, all, all, all, all
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| Mack 10 What up? |
| I know
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| The paper’s out there, ha ha Yeah, Warren G
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| What up? |
| You know
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| The paper’s out there, ha ha Yeah
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| G Funk What up? |
| You know
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| The paper’s out there, ha ha That’s right
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| What? |
| Hoo Bangin' What up? |
| We know
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| The paper’s out there, ha ha That’s right, what?
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| The whole world
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| Paper’s out there Speak on it
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| Ha ha
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| Wrong: All the hood
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| Right: All the hood rats What up? |
| You know
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| Paper’s out there |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Want It All, artist - DJ Quick. Album song Mixtape West Coast, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп