Warren G

Album: Regulate... G Funk Era

Song: So Many Ways

Hey, nah ya goin miss up on the G-Funk era,
ya know we said things won for Warren G, and soon turned superstar
11-10-7 D that was my intro
but now in 94, I'm rollin a 64
cuz things get shady where the grass is greener
niggaz throwin up sets in hoods like they neva seen a
young mack daddy do his thing cuz I pack right
I got 44 ways to make you act right
and its a shame how the game must be played
it was told never fold by the niggaz you can't fade
so raise up off this young hog
cuz I heard you punkin some but you can't punk me y'all
I got my own thang cuz I let my nuts hang
if you wanna bring it, bring it on no pain no gain
so as I creep can you peep what I speak
techniques unique, so what you sayin is obsolete
so there it is as I go about my days
I can only bring it to you like this in so many ways
(Chorus)
Hey, hey, hey this is Warren G you know
and I was in Baghdad
before these lil youngstaz was in they Daddy bag
ya know, yeah, they in violation Wayniac so hound em
Its all plain and simple
I roll just to serve a lifetime wit my niggaz
idiotic fools can't figure
the way I display or should I say more than that
its crucial when I name how many niggaz got my back
neva lack, the skills when its time to handle mine
you can't front if you wanna but you still know the time
I'm, the nigga that they call Wayniac (what that mean)
I'm the nigga stayin down for the home team
so if you didn't know let me slow ya roll
this pro is on the go with some shit you ain't heard before
so recognize game in your face
a touch of the bass then I'm gone without a trace
(Chorus)
[Warren G]
I stay true to the game
but some stay blind to the fact
that if I don't look good, you dont look good
so please rearrange and change the shit you doin
you fuckin yourself cuz you the one gettin screwed
as I, ease on down the rick road
as I shift from first to second, cruise control
so blaze up the buddha
cuz I got drink, and dont think
we dont roll without a full tank
of that bomb ass shit called the funk
cuz I am the G and the funk is what you want
now, lets take a trip to the other side of town
niggaz flip flop and they neva stay down
wanna be all they can be, but gettin held back
tryin to take what is mine, (what) what type of shit is that?
so, this is for the homies stay down for your pay
I can't only bring it to you like this in so many ways
(Chorus)

Artist: Warren G

Album: Regulate - G Funk Era

Song: Regulate

It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren G. is on the streets, trying to consume
some skirts for the eve, so i can get some funk
just rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone
Just hit the eatside of the L.B.C.
on a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G.
Seen a car full of skirts ain't no need to tweak
all you skirts know what's up with 213
So I hooks a left on the 21 to Lewis
some brothas shootin dice so i said "let's do this"
I jumped out the ride, and said"what's up?"
some brothas 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
gonna think of better things than some horny tricks
i see my homey and some suckers all in his mix
I'm gettin jacked, I'm breakin myself
I can't believe they're taking Warren's wealth
they took my rings, they took my rolex
I looked at the brothas and said "damn, what's next?"
They got my homey hemmed up and they all around
ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound
I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown
i besta pull out my strap and lay them busters down
They got guns to my head
I think I'm going down
I can't believe this happened in my home town
If I had wings I could fly
let me contemplate
I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate
Sixteen 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 busters down
I let my gat explode
now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode
if you want skirts step back and observe
I just left a gang of those 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 cuz 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
the Nate Dogg and the G-child
were in need of something else
one of them dames was sexy as hell
I said "ooh i like your style"
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 going real swell
the next stop is the east side motel
I'm tweaking
onto a whole new level
G-Funk
stpe to this
I dare ya
funk
on a whole new level
the rythmn is the base and the base is the treble
chords
strings
we brings
melody
G-Funk
where rythmn is life
and life is rythmn
If you know like I know
you don't wanna step to this
it's the G-Funk era
funked out with a gangster twist
if you smoke like I smoke
then you high like everyday
and if your ass is a buster
213 will regulate

Artist: Warren G

Album: Supercop soundtrack

Somg: What's Love Got to Do With It

* Intro Ooh, yeah, yeah.
What's love got to do.
Warren G, rap for me, yeah-eah, yeah, mm mm.
* Verse 1 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, all for 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 need to quit.
It's all about the dough, so what's love got to do with it?
* Chorus 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.
* Verse 2 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 see a brother fell, 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.
* Repeat chorus
* Verse 3 Now for these labels tellin' fables,
Makin' the messed-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 you know,
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 bucked,
Like how we run up in the skirt, and then you're through.
The record label do the same thing to you.
90% business, 10% show.
Ain't no love in this game, 'cause it's all about the dough.

Artist: Warren G

Album: Take a Look Over Your Shoulder

Song: I Shot the Sheriff

--Chorus--
I shot the sheriff
--Chorus--
Verse One:
I had to shoot the sheriff it was justifiable
he mistaked me for somebody who was liable
for all tha many murders l.a and war fields
we keep makin war shields
streets keep souls
young brothers loose control
I seem to maintain through this
watch where ya kick it they'll put you in a twist
and it aint nobody like my down ass hommie
and tha police always tryin to pin some bullshit on me
I keep away from fools
they do crime and it attracts cops
cops got guns and cuffs
and cells to stuff you in
--Chorus--
Verse Two:
They tryin' to stick with some bullshit that I did not do
you know who
the boys in blue
there they go with they assumpitons
slaverys over let us have somethin'
why you wanna pull me over?
Cuz I'm bumpin?v I just made a new song
my profession is music
your profession is protection with gats
then use it on him when he's tryin' to take my life away
I'm just tryin' to live my life today
so I keep away from fools they do crime it attract cops
cops got guns and cuffs
and cells to stuff you in
--Chorus--
Verse Three:
I shot the sheriff
I didn't shoot the deputiy I didn't have to
Cuz in this game they always tryin' to blast you
and leave it to tha cops to find out who did the murder
they harrase tha wrong clan and arrest tha wrong man
the hommie day-dog got strapped but thats okay
cuz I'm gonna work for life
so he can see another day
a hommies a hommie
a fake is a snake
straight game from tha pen from tha hommie jake
so I keep away from fools they do crime it attract cops
cops got guns and cuffs
and cells to stuff you in

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