Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What We Go Through, artist - Warren G. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
What We Go Through |
| Whats happenin? |
| I’m just chillin, you know |
| Checkin my game you dig, you know |
| Trippin off these fools around this situation here, you know its like that |
| I went from hustlin and slangin' to bustin and bangin |
| I got to keep it real, so fuck not cursin when I’m sangin' |
| Now let me tell y’all about this shit, went down the other night |
| Me and the doggs see some niggas, just caught up in the hype |
| Tryin to ride and get by like the FBI |
| Cause we know bout them hk’s, they right outside |
| But we never knew y’all had a clue bout what we go through |
| So tell how the fuck could you speak on my crew |
| I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keys |
| It’s hard work and it hurts to live life on ya knees |
| So God please have a lil' mercy on my soul |
| What my eyes see, my mind think, my hand should hold |
| The outcome of these actions warm hearts turn cold |
| Lil' snake tryin' to blast me with the gun he stole |
| We hang out, banged out, same route as the day before |
| Blessed with perception, but don’t know how my days a go |
| Could see my nigga hittin' with some pay, a few days ago |
| Blaze up a flow, sit watch my paper grow |
| Cautious, in case niggas wanna cross this |
| But they can’t cross me, I’m way too flossy |
| Out here making millions |
| All in with the villians |
| Let’s turn these millions to trillions |
| I’ve seen it all pop slow unfold, and go |
| Now it’s time to get mo' dough, ya know |
| I play under the wrath of thunder |
| Electric shocks hot as the summer |
| More foul than funner, gun ya |
| In the open range, man it seems strange |
| Even sometimes deranged inside my brain |
| I hold the key, identify then flee |
| Every MC close to me |
| Cause I’m supposed to be all in with my chips (nigga) |
| I’m all in with the crips and bloods |
| Grips for thugs, I nudge |
| The homie on his shoulder, cause every day I’m getting older |
| As the world turns and gets colder |
| Laid back I shot me sumpin', Perfec from dynamic, banging G-Funk |
| Well I moved from the East to the West |
| Word on the street, niggas wanna test |
| But these MC’s, is scared to buck |
| Plus they talk too much and smoke too many blunts |
| You fucking rookies |
| Sweet as Mr. Smith’s cookies |
| Ya hate me one minute and the next ya wanna buck me |
| He sent a ho, in the back seat of my fo' |
| While ya Going Back To Cali, watch how you flow |
| Now ya know, about this Warren G Era |
| G-Funk terror, look into the mirror |
| And what you see is the don of the company |
| That nigga, (Warren, Warren, Warren to the G) |
| Do you still see, what I see |
| All of the homies in the LB |
| Sittin back, and we makin the cash |
| Warren G, Perfec, Hershey Locc and Bad Azz |
| And we never knew you had clue of what we go through |
| So how in the fuck could y’all speak of our crew |
| Ya thought this, ya thought that, we thought y’all should laid back |
| Yeah it’s like that, homie it’s like that |
| Sittin back, and we makin the cash |
| It’s Warren, Perfec, Hershey Loc and Bad Azz |
| Sittin back, and we makin the cash |
| It’s Warren, Perfec, Hershey Loc and Bad Azz |
| Ya know what I’m sayin Warren G |
| With my homeboy from the pound Hershey Locc |
| And the homie Perfec, ya know what I’m saying and Mr. Bad Azz |
| That’s how we doing it fool, yeah |
| We ain’t bangin on wacks nigga |
| Yeah we doing it like we should be fool, yeah |