trippin' wit me because what I see is greenery And that's all I see As the day gets older, don't tweak Take a look over your shoulder Young, dumb, full
a bitch named Annie Mae) I once knew a trick named Annie Mae I once knew a trick named Annie Mae Annie Mae, Annie Mae, you ran out of time Warren G and Nate Dogg blew your
they know that I was bangin' it? Where at, oh, your Daddy's bread be back Now she's pregnant and I ain't claimin' it Your husband's cryin' 'cuz he feels like a chump What, your
dreams ever come true Well some do, so nigga say I'm from the beach too Long Beach City G's funkin' And it's a pity how many we's punk and drunk In a hotel lobby at a
this out, this is Warren G, chillin' wit' my homeboys Reel Tight That's how we doin' it all night So, screw your wig on tight Smoke a joint Take a shit
Good evening, morning, afternoon, wherever, whosenever, Whatsenever, we wouldn't give a damn. We want to welcome you back into the house Of g-funk. Hmm
wanna be with me, yeah Let me hear you say Warren G, Warren G (Yeah yeah) If you wanna be with me, well well well Let me hear you say Warren G, Warren G
is difficult to be precise However, my instruments indicate A condition of extreme rigor mortis, spreading rapidly throughout the population Highly illogical, Captain A
like them and try to mack like them Shit, it's hard being Warren G from the LB And like the G's before, you know me So I'm a stay down, for the east
around with Warren G it's a tragedy Real niggaz, real shit, reality Warren G top dog, patrolin' the beach Niggaz say they hard as bitch but they're as soft as a peach Claimin' the G
spots Warren g- I'm bakin blocks in four wheel motion Everywhere I look I see 21 ones floatin (21st street!) Then I made a stop at the p-a-c's Wassup
assumpitons slaverys over let us have somethin' why you wanna pull me over? 'cause I'm bumpin? I just made a new song my profession is music your
you down To the sounds of the Warren G Relax ya mind, ya mind, ya mind Relax ya mind and let your conscious be freein' you down To the sounds of the Warren G
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
a little bit a game, stuck And it's a muthafuckin' shame But I'm still here to maintain and run thangs As the day gets clearer I'm lookin' in my rear
Ricky: say man, how many lumps do you want? - whatchou mean how many lumps I want? G-child: say man, I'm gonna lump you right upside your funk. man!
m not sure and I might be trippin but in 94 I heard a song it ain't no fun unless the homeys can come so Warren G put a condom on [Warren G] Now Nate
dreams ever come true well some do, so nigga say (I'm from the beach too) Long Beach City G's Funkin and its a pity who many we's punk and drunk in a hotel lobby at a