Текст песни Warren G - I Want It All
Warren G - I Want It All слова песни
[tikki diamond]Restless, hahaThe east coast (yall know where Im comin from)I want it all, warren g man(t) tikki diamond, (nigga d), dont forget, haaaCheck it out yallCall me tikki diamond 2000, Im the futureIm the voice thatcha need to get used taI want it all, yall probably know by nowI want the world, yall probably know by nowHeres my life, look at the three in front itBentley, me and warren g in front itBougy nigga, I call lunch "brunch"Old school, I call punks "chumps"Whats life without the best of it? Whats a half a ki if you aint got the rest of it? feel meIts just the ways of the pros, the nays and the nosIf yall wanna see me, wear shades at my showsYou get gs like a fool, killa bees like the wuI aint satisfied til I squeeze somethin newI want it with no miles, brand new smellPut my life on wax, youll be like "damn it do sell"[warren g]Well aah, I want it all, Im destined to ball (ball)With plaques on the wall (wall), got somethin for all yall>from ounces to quarters, and quarters to kisSo when you come to the town youre watched over by gzThe head honcho, buckin fools like a broncoC-e-o, shootin cilo, ten be-lowA true vet on the worldwide setYall dont know about them m-16s with bayonettesChorus: warren gI want it all, money, fast cars, diamond ringsGold chains and champagne, shot every damn thingI want it all, houses, expensesMy own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple of benzsI want it all, brand new socks and drawersAnd Im ballin everytime I stop and talk to yallI want it all, all, all, allI want it all, all, all, all, all[memphis bleek]YeahYo, niggas eyeball my ho cos Im sunk in the seatGettin bent, but shit I deserve to eatI hit the blunt for my bad broadsHit a shot from the 4s for my dead dogs, pull offLike, fuck the world, I dont owe yall nuttinIf I do, take it in blood, the memph dont frontI pump, for the goods, nice house in the woodsBut Im from the projects, it dont look that goodI gotta pissy elevator (and) a dog staircase (and)Tre-8 and crack, wan fuck with that? I got beef with the ds for the way I rock my jeansStand on the corner with blunts and coronasCouple of birds, and Im tryin to hustle for birdsThrowin dice on the curb, twistin up this herbI want money the fast way, the crack stash wayGat blast way, the last laugh way motherfuckerChorus[drag-on]Aiyo, listen up faggots, my bullets gon do more than nip youIts gon place you in sometin black where they gotta zip youRain wash away the chalk, and according to who you areWhile youre snorin in the morgue, youll get a drawing on the wallYou cant see me so dont look, I pop off cops like moon shookShells will fill you up like home cookForget about the book, aint no recipe when yall step to meIts only one way up and thats if yall dont pay upYall pays forth, them days is upYoure lucky if youll be able toWalk straight enough cos Im done with beefinLike a bad stomach but I puts the runs in these niggasCos I was raised, if a nigga ass cheeks make him an athleteSome niggas say Im spoiled, nigga hows that? I aint got no mom and no dad, I aint know where the fuck my house is atAll I knew is where them ounces at and what Im countin backOr if a knot come up short, who I got a pow forChorus (x2)