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Warren G - Reality lyrics
I don't know why they mad at me They can't catch me but still they after me When we deal face to face, is a tragedy You ask why i got my gun they might blast at me Real niggaz, real shit, reality Who gives a fuck if you niggaz is mad at me Fuck around with Warren G its a tragedy Real niggaz, real shit, reality Warren G top dog Patrollin the beach Niggaz say they as hard as bitch But they're as soft as a peach Claimin the G of all G's Please I come blowin through like the breeze Sittin on threes Post it Coastin mashing down Pacfic Coastin The bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon With nuts hangin' from the city Where the bangers is being banging it dont seem like shit is changing I holla'd at the homey the other day G'ded up at the park sippin alisah One of the homeys took a beaten So now we spend at being a gang of checking at the meetin like cycles repeatin It's just another sunset fall in sea I can here the homeys in the past callin me And you know what i discovered What they keep saying Keep your mind on your money muthafuckers and shake busters [Chorus] Have you ever sold millions But yet you niggaz persist to talk shit Get of my dick You never catch me slipping Rollin with the heat Slap the clip in I never thought the world would started trippin My life is a trip, though Hit the crip though Blow the whistle They think i banged So i packed a pistol Warren to tha G is a G I don't fuck with you nigga So don't fuck with me Let's ride to the east side Slide like a fo I packs a fo-fo When i'm steppin out doors To the bang to the buggy If i |
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