What We Go Through

Whats up Warren G? Whats happenin? I'm just chillin, you know Checkin my game you dig, you know Trippin off these fools around this situation here, you know its 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 doggs see some niggas, just caught up in the hype Tryin to ride and get by like the 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 with the gun he stole We hang out, banged out, same route as the day before Blessed with perception, but don't know how my days a go Could see my nigga hittin' with some pay, a few days ago Blaze up a flow, sit watch my paper grow Cautious, in case niggas wanna cross this But they can't cross me, I'm way too flossy Out here making millions All in with the villians 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 of thunder Electric shocks hot as the 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 with my chips (nigga) I'm all in with the crips and bloods Grips for thugs, I nudge The homie on his shoulder, cause every day I'm getting older As the world turns and gets colder Laid back I shot me sumpin', Perfec from dynamic, banging G-Funk Now I blew from the East to the West Word on the street, niggas wanna test But these MC's, is scared to buck Plus they talk too much and smoke too many blunts You fucking rookies Sweet as Mr. Smith's cookies Ya hate me one minute and the next ya wanna buck me He sent a ho, in the back seat of my fo' While ya Going Back To Cali, watch how you flow Now ya know, about this Warren G Era G-Funk terror, look into the mirror And what you see is the don of the company That nigga, (Warren, Warren, Warren to the G) 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 the 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 the 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 G, Perfec, Hershey Loc and Bad Ass Sittin back,and we makin the cash It's Warren G, Perfec, Hershey Loc and Bad Ass Ya know what I'm sayin Warren G With my homeboy from the pound Hershey Locc And the homie Perfec, ya know what I'm saying and Mr. Badass That's how we doing it fool, yeah We ain't bangin on wax nigga Yeah we doing it like we should be fool, yeah --- What We Go Through - Warren G