Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reality, artist - Warren G. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Reality |
| I don’t know why they mad at me |
| They can’t catch me but still they after me |
| When we deal face to face, its a tragedy |
| You ask why I got my gun they might blast at me |
| Real niggas, real shit, reality |
| Who gives a fuck if you niggas is mad at me |
| Fuck around with Warren G its a tragedy |
| Real niggas, real shit, reality |
| Warren G top dog |
| Patrollin' the beach |
| Niggas say they as hard as bitch |
| But they’re as soft as a peach |
| Claiming the G of all G’s |
| Please |
| I come blowin' through like the breeze |
| Sittin' on threes |
| Post it |
| Coastin' mashing down Pacific Coastin' |
| The bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon |
| With nuts hangin' from the city |
| Where the bangers be banging |
| It don’t seem like shit is changing |
| I holla’d at the homey the other day |
| G’ded up at the park sippin alize |
| One of the homies took a beating |
| 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 homies in the past callin' me |
| And you know what I discovered |
| What they keep saying |
| Keep your mind on your money |
| Muthafucker’s and shake busters |
| I don’t know why they mad at me |
| They can’t catch me but still they after me |
| When we deal face to face, its a tragedy |
| You ask why I got my gun they might blast at me |
| Real niggas, real shit, reality |
| Who gives a fuck if you niggas is mad at me |
| Fuck around with Warren G its a tragedy |
| Real niggas, real shit, reality |
| 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 start trippin' |
| My life is a trip, though |
| Hit the crip though |
| Blow the whistle |
| They think I banged |
| 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 east side |
| Slide like a fo |
| I packs a fo-fo |
| When I’m steppin' out doors |
| To the bang to the boogy |
| If I speak then I spoke |
| Warren G do it every time to you Locc |
| Get the party beat like blaze and smoke |
| The east side 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 |
| I don’t know why they mad at me |
| They can’t catch me but still they after me |
| When we deal face to face, its a tragedy |
| You ask why I got my gun they might blast at me |
| Real niggas, real shit, reality |
| Who gives a fuck if you niggas is mad at me |
| Fuck around with Warren G its a tragedy |
| Real niggas, real shit, reality |
| Who’s the man |
| I’ve been from London to Japan |
| Stomp land to land |
| To the Egyptian sands |
| You can’t check me |
| Dis-respect me |
| Or mop me up |
| With the base 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 |
| I don’t know why they mad at me |
| They can’t catch me but still they after me |
| When we deal face to face, its a tragedy |
| You ask why I got my gun they might blast at me |
| Real niggas, real shit, reality |
| Who gives a fuck if you niggas is mad at me |
| Fuck around with Warren G its a tragedy |
| Real niggas, real shit, reality |