| I don’t know why they mad at me
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| They can’t catch me but still they after me
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| When we deal face to face, its a tragedy
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| You ask why I got my gun they might blast at me
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| Real niggas, real shit, reality
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| Who gives a fuck if you niggas is mad at me
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| Fuck around with Warren G its a tragedy
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| Real niggas, real shit, reality
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| Warren G top dog
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| Patrollin' the beach
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| Niggas say they as hard as bitch
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| But they’re as soft as a peach
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| Claiming the G of all G’s
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| Please
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| I come blowin' through like the breeze
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| Sittin' on threes
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| Post it
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| Coastin' mashing down Pacific Coastin'
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| The bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon
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| With nuts hangin' from the city
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| Where the bangers be banging
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| It don’t seem like shit is changing
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| I holla’d at the homey the other day
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| G’ded up at the park sippin alize
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| One of the homies took a beating
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| So now we spend at being a gang
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| Of checking at the meetin' like cycles repeatin'
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| It’s just another sunset fall in sea
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| I can hear the homies in the past callin' me
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| And you know what I discovered
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| What they keep saying
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| Keep your mind on your money
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| Muthafucker’s and shake busters
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| I don’t know why they mad at me
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| They can’t catch me but still they after me
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| When we deal face to face, its a tragedy
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| You ask why I got my gun they might blast at me
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| Real niggas, real shit, reality
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| Who gives a fuck if you niggas is mad at me
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| Fuck around with Warren G its a tragedy
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| Real niggas, real shit, reality
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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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| You never catch me slipping
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| Rollin' with the heat
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| Slap the clip in
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| I never thought the world would start trippin'
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| My life is a trip, though
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| Hit the crip though
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| Blow the whistle
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| They think I banged
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| So I packed a pistol
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| Warren to tha 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
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| Let’s ride to the east side
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| Slide like a fo
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| I packs a fo-fo
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| When I’m steppin' out doors
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| To the bang to the boogy
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| If I speak then I spoke
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| Warren G do it every time to you Locc
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| Get the party beat like blaze and smoke
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| The east side and the beach
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| West side of the coast
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| You know the niggas that I ride with
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| Hogs, attack dogs
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| The same niggas I’m down to die with muthafucka
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| I don’t know why they mad at me
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| They can’t catch me but still they after me
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| When we deal face to face, its a tragedy
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| You ask why I got my gun they might blast at me
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| Real niggas, real shit, reality
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| Who gives a fuck if you niggas is mad at me
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| Fuck around with Warren G its a tragedy
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| Real niggas, real shit, reality
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| Who’s the man
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| 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
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| Dis-respect me
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| Or mop me up
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| With the base bumpin' out my truck
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| And all these police trying to lock me up
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| Money rules the world
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| And I made the loot
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| So don’t make me shoot
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| Cuz trying to mash
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| Will get you done every time
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| I ain’t trying to hurt nobody
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| But I’m down for mine
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| I don’t know why they mad at me
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| They can’t catch me but still they after me
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| When we deal face to face, its a tragedy
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| You ask why I got my gun they might blast at me
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| Real niggas, real shit, reality
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| Who gives a fuck if you niggas is mad at me
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| Fuck around with Warren G its a tragedy
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| Real niggas, real shit, reality |