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Warren G( Warren Griffin III )
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This Gangsta Shit Is Too Much
Warren G. 1, 2, 1, 2, yeah All yeah, we doing it like that We flip that, uh More in the crib Dru, yeah, D-Funk all stars That's how we do it, G-Funk, yeah
What's y'all thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit Too much smokin' that Sherman shit I learned this from the best, and got y'all sprung The, the doctor, Andre Young
Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me Going hard on the yard, 'til me dogs bailed me They tells me, I can't precede with it I came back and got ole G'd with it
We get crunk, spit it when we drunk Committed to that shit, that makes the gangstas stump Chumps can try, if they choose to With these locs love my dogs like the Blues Clues
So excuse you, I'm the reason for the fame And all of a sudden, you ain't believing in the name What? Butch Cassidy Show 'em what we working with
Gangsta shit is too much (Gangsta, gangsta) Don't be suckas, can't touch (Can't touch) It's working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYC Warren G with the gangsta three's, ooh wee (You know gangsta)
And the win, on the 7-10 southbound Deuce and gin, getting guzzled down by the mouth now Smashing a hundred in the car pool That's the type of thing that hogs do
My concern ain't the fame, I hope you know that Status, millionaire, still don't show that Go back to where I was raised On the porch is where they got braids, never not afraid
To test my shot, drop a hundred dollar fade Holla, don't be a major see me in the hood Off TV, totally un-Hollywood Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Still to the good and you know that
Still with me, still when you show that And Big Snoop Dogg we gonna blow that Still with it, we all say that we real with it Until bustas reveal, how we really did it
Gangsta shit is too much (Gangsta, gangsta) Don't be suckas, can't touch (Can't touch) It's working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYC Warren G with the gangsta three's, ooh wee
So what's crackin' now, got these haters actin' now Backin' down to this gangsta sound West coast circus clowns, it's on purpose how I spit 'rounds You trying to get down
Abnorm with the form, swarming heated And hitting fools glocks like we got cheated Repeated simultaneously I'm bringing bangers with me
So hopefully, moves can be made We can all get paid, relax in the shade Sun, snow, it really don't matter, we can all make dough East Coast, West Coast, Midwest, dirty South
And big heads, is what I'm all about And big heads, is what I'm all about And big heads, is what I'm all about Fool, yeah
Gangsta shit is too much (Gangsta, gangsta) Don't be suckas, can't touch (Can't touch) It's working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYC Warren G with the gangsta three's, ooh wee
Gangsta shit is too much (Gangsta, gangsta) Don't be suckas, can't touch (Can't touch) It's working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYC Warren G with the gangsta three's, ooh wee
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