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Songs: I Want it All Feat. Mack 10, I Shot the Sheriff, Game Don't Wait, What's Love Got To Do With It, Regulate ft. Nate Dogg
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What's up, negros and negrettes? It's your boy, Warren G, you know what I'm saying? Chillin' with the homeboy Mack 10 And we gon' lay a lil' somethin' down for y'all Let y'all know what time it is Show you how we keepin' it real with it You know, 'cause this world is built on material thangs But we ain't trippin' off that We want y'all to know this, check it I want it all Money, fast cars, diamond rings, gold chains and champagne Shit, every damn thing I want it all Houses, expenses, my own business, a truck, hm And a couple o' Benz's I want it all Brand-new socks and drawls And I'm ballin' every time I stop and talk to y'all I want it all, all, all, all, I want it all, all, all, all, all They say, "There go Warren G with that envious stare" I love this game too much, I wish these haters wasn't here It's a shame, we came too far to turn back It's a cold world, it gets so hard, you learned that From falling, tryin' to walk, from crawlin' Tryin' to hustle up from broke to ballin' And yeah, y'all in effect, that's all me, the jiggy G-Z All my niggas that keep it real and do it easy Believe me, young nigga, fat meat is greasy And shit stink, so if you plot a lick and hit a bank And get away or get gaffled, the very next day Don't cry, hold your head up high And remember what you told yourself, nigga I said, "Remember what you told yourself, nigga" I said, "Remember what you told yourself, nigga" I said, "Remember what you told yourself, nigga" I want it all Money, fast cars, diamond rings, gold chains and champagne Shit, every damn thing I want it all Houses, expenses, my own business, a truck, hm And a couple o' Benz's I want it all Brand-new socks and drawls And I'm ballin' every time I stop and talk to y'all I want it all, all, all, all, I want it all, all, all, all, all I want it all, so I got to wake up and ball And thanks to y'all, I got plaques on the wall Mack 10 laced with the know-how to paper chase Crushed ice, throw my Rollie face in the platinum fan base From net workin' and hustlin', no doubt, I got clout And live the lifestyle that Robin Leach talkin' about Slow down, player, don't hate 'cause you can't relate The Bentley Coupes and kickin' gears on Harley's with the straights I got more limelight than Vegas on cable Will it enable to shoot C-Note "Yo's" at the crap table? And while you can't get off the ground, I'm getting high A nigga fly and fly, with the desire to build an empire I strapped up and took flight like a missile Told them loud and clear as a whistle, "Hoo-Bangin' is official" Handing out gold medallions at roll-call I'ma ball and never fall 'cause Mack 10 want it all, what? I want it all Money, fast cars, diamond rings, gold chains and champagne Shit, every damn thing I want it all Houses, expenses, my own business, a truck, hm And a couple o' Benz's I want it all Brand-new socks and drawls And I'm ballin' every time I stop and talk to y'all I want it all, all, all, all, I want it all, all, all, all, all Me and 10 get paid, escapade to the spot We hot, like rocks served on hot blocks I notice money make the world circulate So we gon' stack and stack and take a sip and percolate Bump, let the woofers sub (sub), show the homies love (love) Warren to the G (G), and Little G-Dub (Dub) Surface on the low, slide, or don't slide at all Ride, or don't ride at all Warren, I couldn't be more serious about my 'fetti I stay tight on the mic and keep the pen movin' steady I want it all, dog, and it might be greed I hate to trip, but I got two little mouths to feed They don't know nothin' about no excuses and disrespect Or somebody bein' jank with they daddy's royalty check And at that point, I'm through talkin', dog, enough said So, if you owe Mack money, then I suggest you break bread, I want it all I want it all Money, fast cars, diamond rings, gold chains and champagne Shit, every damn thing I want it all Houses, expenses, my own business, a truck, hm And a couple o' Benz's I want it all Brand-new socks and drawls And I'm ballin' every time I stop and talk to y'all I want it all, all, all, all, I want it all, all, all, all, all I want it all Money, fast cars, diamond rings, gold chains and champagne Shit, every damn thing I want it all Houses, expenses, my own business, a truck, hm And a couple o' Benz's I want it all Brand-new socks and drawls And I'm ballin' every time I stop and talk to y'all I want it all, all, all, all, I want it all, all, all, all, all Mack 10 (what up? I know the paper's out there) Yeah, Warren G (what up? You know, the paper's out there) Yeah, G-Funk (what up? You know, the paper's out there) That's right, what? Hoo-Bangin' (what up? We know, the paper's out there) That's right, what? The whole world (paper's out there) Speak up, all the hood rats (what up? You know, the paper's out there) You know, and-and-and I appreciate you, uh, comin' swoopin' me up, man To let me kick it with ya just for a lil' minute, man (it's all good) Yeah, yeah, don't forget about a brother, man (yeah) I ain't come 'bout no money, just period Just 'cause we-, 'cause we all got love for you (right, right) We all got love, and-and-and-and we support (yeah) The-the-the-the Warren G movement (yeah) Yeah (it's all good), cut
Regulators We regulate any stealin' of his property We're damn good too But you can't be any geek off the street You gotta be handy with the steel, if you know what I mean Earn your keep Regulators, mount up! It was a clear black night, a clear white moon Warren G was on the streets tryin' to consume Some skirts for the eve so I can get some funk Rollin' in my ride, chillin' all alone Just hit the east side of the LBC On a mission tryna find Mr. Warren G Seen a car full of girls, ain't no need to tweak All you skirts know what's up with 213 So, I hooks a left on 21 and Lewis Some brothers shootin' dice, so I said "Let's do this!" I jumped out the ride and said "What's up?" Some brothers pulled some gats, so I said "I'm stuck!" Since these girls peepin' me I'ma glide and swerve These hookers lookin' so hard they straight hit the curb Onto bigger, better things than some horny tricks I see my homie and some suckas all in his mix I'm gettin' jacked, I'm breakin' myself I can't believe they takin' Warren's wealth They took my rings, they took my Rolex I looked at the brothers, said "Damn, what's next?" They got my homie hemmed up and they all around Can't none of them see him if they goin' straight pound-for-pound They wanna come up real quick before they start to clown I best pull out my strap and lay them bustas down They got guns to my head, I think I'm goin' down I can't believe it's happenin' in my own town If I had wings I would fly, let me contemplate I glanced in the cut and I see my homie Nate 16 in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold Now they droppin' and yellin', it's a tad bit late Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate I laid all them bustas down, I let my gat explode Now I'm switchin' my mind back into freak mode If you want skirts, sit back and observe I just left a gang of hoes over there on the curb Now, Nate got the freaks and that's a known fact Before I got jacked I was on the same track Back up, back up, 'cause it's on N-A-T-E and me, the Warren to the G Just like I thought, they were in the same spot In need of some desperate help But Nate Dogg and the G child Were in need of somethin' else One of them dames was sexy as hell I said, "Ooh, I like your size!" She said, "My car's broke down and you seem real nice Would you let me ride?" I got a car full of girls and it's goin' real swell The next stop is the Eastside Motel I'm tweaking into a whole new era G-funk, step to this, I dare ya Funk on a whole new level The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble Chords, strings, we brings melody, G-funk Where rhythm is life and life is rhythm If you know like I know, you don't wanna step to this It's the G-funk era, funked out with a gangsta twist If you smoke like I smoke, then you're high like every day And if yo' ass is a busta, 213 will regulate
Ooh, yeah, yeah, what's love got to do Warren G rap for me, yeah, mmm When G-dog, the hog, come up in the place There's dollar signs in your eyes and a smile in your face You wanna live fat off of my sack You got more drag than a low lo-do, cut the act 'Cause back before '92 and '93 You didn't give a damn about Warren G But now that I'm slingin' platinum LP's All of a sudden you on my N.U.T's Ain't nothin' you can do to make it stop 'Cause money makes the world Go 'round and the panties drop I ain't in love though, I don't need the pressure I just wanna dig it like I'm diggin' for treasure Some of y'all had a good thing that you couldn't keep Thought you was TLC, you had to creep You say you had love, I said you bullshit It's all about the dough, so what's love got to do with it What's love got to do, got to do with it (that's right) What's love if you don't respect the game (uh-huh) What's love got to do, got to do with it If you lack in this game, it's a shame you won't make it Now, I'm the type of brother that's down for mines Before I made beats, I was down to grind Back then, every single homey had my back Now they're peepin' my stack and they're talkin' bout jack But I'm the same brother day in and day out And I'm-a stay that way until the day I lay out in a casket It's drastic 'cause homies is plastic Break 'em off some bread They want the whole damn basket If you's a true homey, you would wish me well Not plot to make a brother fail, jealous as hell We used to get the same riches Now your trigger-finger got the itches, schemin' on my riches Which is not a suprise, my eyes peep game 211's, 187's it's all the same It's all a shame, homies'd jack you for your grip Ain't no love involved, because it's all about the chips What's love got to do, got to do with it (that's right) What's love if you don't respect the game (uh-huh) What's love got to do, got to do with it (that's right) If you lack in this game, it's a shame you won't make it Now for these labels tellin' fables Makin' the fucked-up deals under the tables You think that you smart, but fool, I'm the smartest You can't make no money if you can't keep an artist Sign the dotted line, put 'em on the shelf Break 'em off some crumbs, keep the rest for yourself I know how it goes, treat an artist like a ho' Fly cars, gold, clothes, but no dough Since it's all business, I'm-a handle mine Keep track of my stack down to the very last dime 'Cause in this rap game, it's all about the buck You bend over for the label, and you will get fucked Like how we run up in a trick, and then you're through The record label do the same shit to you 90% business, 10% show Ain't no love in this game 'cause it's all about the dough What's love got to do, got to do with it (that's right) What's love if you don't respect the game (uh-huh) What's love got to do, got to do with it (that's right) If you lack in this game, it's a shame you won't make it What's love got to do, got to do with it (that's right) What's love if you don't respect the game (uh-huh) What's love got to do, got to do with it (that's right) If you lack in this game, it's a shame you won't make it What's love got to do, got to do with it (that's right) What's love if you don't respect the game (uh-huh) What's love got to do, got to do with it (that's right) If you lack in this game, it's a shame you won't make it...
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