What's up negros and It's boy, Warren G You know I'm saying? Chillin' with the home boy, 10 And we gon' lay a lil' sumpin' down for Let y'all know time it is you how we keepin' it real wit' it You know 'cuz this world is built on material But we trippin' off that We want y'all to this, check it
I want it all, money, fast Diamond rings, gold and champagne Shit, every thing I it all, houses, expenses My own business, a truck, hmm, and a o' Benz's I it all, brand new socks and drawls And I'm ballin' everytime I stop and to y'all I it all, all, all, all I it all, all, all, all, all
They say, "There go, Warren G with envious stare" I love game too much, I wish these haters wasn't here a shame, we came too far to turn back It's a cold world, it so hard, you learned that From fallin', to walk from crawlin' Tryin' to hustle up broke to ballin' And, yeah, in effect that's all me The jiggy G-Z, all my niggas that keep it real and do it
me, young nigga, fat meat is greasy And shit stank, so if you a lick and hit a bank And get away or get gaffled, the very day Don't cry, hold your up high And what you told yourself, nigga I said, "Remember you told yourself, nigga" I said, "Remember what you yourself, nigga" I said, "Remember you told yourself, nigga"
I want it all, money, cars Diamond rings, gold chains and Shit, damn thing I it all, houses, expenses My own business, a truck, hmm, and a o' Benz's I want it all, brand new and drawls And I'm everytime I stop and talk to y'all I it all, all, all, all I it all, all, all, all, all
I want it all, so I got to up and ball And to y'all, I got plaques on the wall Mack 10 laced the know-how to paper chase ice, throw my Rollie face in the platinum fan base From net workin' and hustlin', no doubt, I got And live the lifestyle that Leach talkin' about down player, don't hate 'cuz you can't relate The Coupes and kickin' gears on Harley's with the straights
I got more than Vegas on cable Will it enable to C-Note, "Yo's" at the crap table And you can't get off the ground, I'm getting high A nigga fly and fly the desire to build an empire I strapped up and took flight a missle Told them loud and clear as a whistle Bangin' is official out gold medallions at roll-call I'ma and never fall 'cuz Mack 10 want it all, what?
I want it all, money, cars Diamond rings, gold and champagne Shit, every damn I want it all, houses, My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple o' I it all, brand new socks and drawls And I'm everytime I stop and talk to y'all I it all, all, all, all I it all, all, all, all, all
Me and 10 get paid escapade to the We hot like served on hot blocks I money make the world circulate So we gon' stack and stack and a sip and peculate Bump, let the woofers sub, the homies love Warren to the G, and Little Surface on the low, slide or slide at all or don't ride at all
Warren, I be more serious about my 'fetti I stay tight on the mic and keep the pen movin' I it all, dog, and it might be greed I hate to trip, but I got two little mouths to They don't know nuttin' about no excuses and Or somebody bein' jank they Daddy's royalty check And at that point, I'm talkin', dog, enough said So, if you owe Mack money, then I suggest you bread
I want it all, money, cars Diamond rings, gold chains and Shit, every damn I it all, houses, expenses My own business, a truck, hmm, and a o' Benz's I it all, brand new socks and drawls And I'm everytime I stop and talk to y'all I it all, all, all, all I it all, all, all, all, all
I want it all, money, cars Diamond rings, gold and champagne Shit, every thing I it all, houses, expenses My own business, a truck, hmm, and a o' Benz's I want it all, brand new socks and And I'm ballin' everytime I stop and talk to I it all, all, all, all I it all, all, all, all, all
Mack 10, up? I the paper's out there, ha ha, yeah G, what up? You know the out there, ha ha, yeah G Funk, up? You know the out there, ha ha That's right,
Hoo Bangin', up? We know the out there, ha ha right, what? The whole world out there on it, ha ha All the rats, what up? You the paper's out there