What We Go Through

What's up Warren G?
What's happenin'? I'm just chillin', you know
Checkin' my game you dig, you know
Trippin' off these fools around the situation, you know it's 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 dogs see some niggaz, just caught up in da hype

Tryin' to ride and get by like da 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 wit the gun he stole
We hang out, banged out, same route as the day before
Blessed wit perception, but don't know how my days a go
Could see my nigga hittin' wit some pay, a few days ago

Blaze up a flow, sit watch my paper grow
Cautious, in case niggaz wanna cross this
But they can't cross me, I'm way too flossy
Out here makin' millions all in wit the villains

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 a thunder

Electric shocks hot as da 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 wit my chips
I'm all in with the crips and bloods grips for thugs, I nudge

The homey on his shoulda, 'cuz every day I'm gettin' older
As the world turns and gets colder
Laid back I shot me sumpin'
Perfec from dynamic, bangin' G-Funk

Now I moved from the East to the West
Word on the street, niggaz wanna test
But these MCs, is scared to buck
Plus they talk too much and smoke too many blunts

You fuckin' rookies sweet as Mr. Smith's cookies
Ya hate me one minute and tha next ya wanna buck me
He sent a hoe, in the back seat of my fo'
While ya Goin' Back To Cali, watch how you flow

Now ya know, about this Warren G Era
G-Funk terror, look into tha mirror
And what you see is the don of the company

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 Ass

And we never knew you had clue of what we go through
So how in tha 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 for me it's like that

And we never knew you had clue of what we go through
So how in tha 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 for me it's like that

Sittin' back,and we makin' the cash
It's Warren, Perfec, Hershey Locc and Bad Ass
Sittin' back,and we makin' the cash
It's Warren, Perfec, Hershey Locc and Bad Ass

Ya know what I'm sayin' Warren G
With my homeboy from the pound Hershey Locc
And the homey Perfec, ya know what I'm sayin' and Mr. Badass
And that's how we doin' it fool, yeah
We ain't bangin' on wacks nigga, we doin' it like we should be fool, yeah