| For 94, I’m a just glide and swerve
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| hop up the streets with my heats so observe
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| its me Z the whee Z, the Warren to the G Z the deuces and the treys as kickin it through E-Z
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| and the beach and the bottle where I’m found
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| fuckin around with the muthafuckin Dogg Pound
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| fuck it, Warren’s goin wild
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| the G Funk Era and the muthafuckin G Child
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| funk, melody, rhythm, base
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| he which is I is in the muthafuckin place
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| so let me get away, come again like this
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| I can turn into a murderer so please dont diss
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| cuz if you do, you know where I’m from
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| rat tat tat tat diddy dum diddy dum
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| And ya don’t stop, and ya don’t quit
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| And ya don’t stop, and ya don’t quit
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| Well let me grab my stick and shift to first
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| I’m spittin plenty game on my second verse
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| well let me switch to second just for the rough ride
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| L-O-N-G-B-E-A-C-H Eastside
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| Where the grass is greener, at some times
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| and I dont do shit but drop funky rhymes
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| now I’m in neutral, shifting to third
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| cuz what you hear is what you heard, nigga
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| from the G-Funk, G-Funk, cuz we funk, we funk
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| and if you step muthafucka you get stomped
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| like 1, 2, 3 I’m shiftin to the fo but you dont hear me doe
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| I said humpty dumpty sat on the wall
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| I guess its time for me to sum it up for all
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| G Funk, G Child, gangsta groove, locc
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| past tense it’s the Indo smoke
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| choke, off the shit that I’m doin
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| I’m droppin this shit for you and you and you and
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| cuz its me, the Warren to the G comin in 1994 you see
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| the LBC and thats my locale
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| check it out check it out check it out now
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| You know what I’m sayin, Warren motherfuckin G beeyatch
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| You know what I’m sayin, it’s 94 that’s how we doin it Ain’t nuthin but a Long Beach thang doe big baby, hey
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| G-Funk, where rhythm is life and life is rhythm
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| Check me out doe, beeyatch |