Lyrics Runnin' Wit No Breaks - Warren G, Jah-Skilz, Bo-Roc

Runnin' Wit No Breaks

Yeah, if you want it I got it ya need it baby
Yeah, its warren g beeyatch
Jah skills-
(jah skills will just speak)
As I enter the g-funk era
(tell me why you tweak)
Well I dont know why however
My mind is throbbing
I went bobbing for snapple
Mixed with e&j so my insides just crackle pop
Snap long time ago ya lost ya flow
Now you realize wack mcs I must chastize (what)
The gun totin bumpin indosmokin
Bad ass english cuz its broken
Couldnt turn my styles even if ya had a token
You was hopin that I would quit but (aww shit)
Im hangin around like nut sacs with a dick
Im sick, I know that styles abstract up your ass crack
Lovin this shit called rap ass burnin through your back (jah skills
Muthafucka)
Im stoppin fools like blood clots
My lyrics rang out to stop parties like there was gun shots
Why oh why oh why well why not
Shouldnt I represent this shit called hip hop and it wont stop
Warren g-
Well are you high yet
Can you recollect ya talk shit you get checked
Mr. smutly Im not a punk thief
Let me break thee, smoke thee, choke thee and locc thee
Muthafuckin m-i-c right now how
Wow how dow wow how dow piggy pow
Its me, the warren to the g gee g z Its me uh can I just please thee
Rock the muthafuckin m-i to the c all day all night
Cuz I will just fuckin fight till I get mines
My ends, let me roll with my friends
Nigga you cant fuck with this cuz uhh I bends
When I bends my style
You cant see this cuz Im wicked and wild
Mr. smutly just slow ya muthafuckin roll
Its me warren g on the muthafuckin gangsta stroll
Rockin with the t-w-i-n-ss
So uhh let me just bless this
Bo roc-
Have you ever heard of a nigga called warren g Trip locc-
There aint no puzzle
I lets it be known that Im the trip
Locc packin mo stackin mo shit than I did before
The real niggaz from the eastside, darkside
Breakin off fools in my way on this whoo-ride
So best believe that Im a threat
(fuck a chin check)
Im a shoot him while my nigga blaze up the buddha
And when we light it up, its on A taste of the chronic, another nigga gone, but gettin his head
Flown
(so what you really wanna do) Id a done it Cuz yo mouth like zip loc so I know you wont run it Top notch glock cock so you remember
The flow that I kick is nuthin less than a life ender
So watch yo step before you step into my path
Tryin to take whats mine is some shit I just roll past
Wayniac-
Let me tell you how it goes
Prime ex&le of a night stalker
Caught up in that bind
Usin time with my hood as that street walker
(gang bang) so Im gonna have to take whats mine
Notorious bitches but I dont love no one time
So peep it as I take ya down the backstreet
Show you how I do it (how ya do it)
I breaks em off to get my ends meet (pow)
Victim of the ghetto so Im sluggin
The man wont give me mine so the whitey Ill keep muggin
Im trapped up in a cycle but Im keepin my humanity
Cuz I aint goin out (us niggaz always keep activity)
Niggaz say Im crazy but to others Im just nutty
Cuz I dont give a damn, ya life aint shit without no money
Thats why niggaz keep doin niggaz but Im not that nigga to be done
Ya fuckin around and set it off long beach is where Im from
G child-
Whoo!
spacekateers, in case yall didnt know
That was warren g, that was jah skills, and that was the twinz,
Hahaha
This is the g-child, spacekateer space cadets
Its on like that and its on like this, so dont miss