| Warren G Top Dogg patrolling the beach
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| Niggas say they’re hard as bricks but they’re soft as a peach
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| Claiming the G of all G’s, please
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| I come blowing through like the breeze
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| Sitting on the threes
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| Posted coast it and mash it down Pacific Coast
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| In the bomb chrome rims, black on black Yukon
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| With nuts hangin’
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| From the city, where the bangers be bangin’
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| It don't seem like has changed and
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| I hollered at a homey the other day
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| G’d up at the park, Sippin Alisay
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| One of the homies took a beatin’
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| So now we'll start to be a gang and checkin’ at the meetin’
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| Like cycles repeatin’
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| It’s just another sunset fall and see
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| I can hear the homies that pass calling me
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| And you know what I discover what they keep sayin’
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| Keep your mind and your money motherfuckers
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| And shake busters
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| Улетай на крыльях ветра
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| Ты в край родной, родная песня наша
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| Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели
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| Где было так привольно нам с тобою
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| Have you ever sold millions
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| But yet you niggas persist to talk shit
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| Get off my dick
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| Ya never catch me slippin’
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| Rollin’ with the heat slap the clip in
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| I never thought the world would start trippin’
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| My life's a trip though, hit the crypto, blow the whistle
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| They think I bang, so I pack a pistol
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| Warren to the G is a G
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| I don’t fuck with you nigga
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| So don’t fuck with me, let’s ride
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| To the East Side, slide like a fo
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| I packs a fo-fo, when I'm steppin’ out doors
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| To the bang to the boogie, if I speak then I spoke
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| Warren G you do it every time, till ya loc
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| Get the party lit like blazin’ smoke
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| The East Side of the beach, West side of the coast
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| You know the niggas that arrive with hogs
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| Attack dogs to say niggas are down to die with, motherfucker
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| Улетай на крыльях ветра
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| Ты в край родной, родная песня наша
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| Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели
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| Где было так привольно нам с тобою
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| Who’s the man, I’ve been from London to Japan
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| Stomp land to land
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| To the Egyptian sands
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| You can't check me, disrespect me or mock me up
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| With the bass bumping out my truck
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| And all these police tryin' to lock me up
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| Money rules the world, and I made the loot
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| So don't make me shoot
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| Cause trying to match’ll
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| Get you down every time
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| I ain't trying to hurt nobody
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| But I'm down for mine, biatch
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| Money over power, power over money
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| Money over power, power over money
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| Money over power, power over money
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| Money over power, power over money
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| Money over power, biatch, biatch
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| Улетай на крыльях ветра
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| Ты в край родной, родная песня наша
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| Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели
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| Где было так привольно нам с тобою |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prince Igor, artist - The Rapsody. Album song Hip Hop Meets Classic - The Rapsody: Overture, in the genre Поп