Текст песни Warren G - This Gangsta Shit Is Too Much
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(feat. Butch Cassidy)1, 2, 1, 2, yeahAll yeah, we doing it like thatWe flip that, uhMore in the cribDru, yeah, D-Funk allstarsThats how we do it, G-Funk, yeah[Warren G]What`s y`all thought, I wasn`t gonna return with a hitToo much smokin` that Sherman shitI learned this from the best, and got y`all sprungThe, the doctor, Andre YoungCompton, LB, ain`t nothing y`all can tell meGoing hard on the yard, `till me dogs bailed meThey tells me, I can`t precede with itI came back and got ole G`d with itWe get crunk, spit it when we drunkCommited to that shit, that makes the gangstas stumpChumps can try, if they choose to toWith these locs love my dogs like the Blues CluesSo excuse you, I`m the reason for the fameAnd all of a sudden, you ain`t believing in the nameWhat? Butch Cassidy, show `em what we working with[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]This gangsta shit is too muchDon`t be suckas, can`t touchIt`s working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYCWarren G, with the gangsta three`s, oooh wee![Warren G]And the win, on the 7-10 southboundDuece and gin, getting guzzled down by the mouth nowSmashing a hundred in the car poolThats the type of thing that hogs doMy concern ain`t the fame, I hope you know thatStatus: millionaire, still don`t show thatGo back to where I was raisedOn the porch is where they got braids, never not afraidTo test my shot, drop a hundred dollar fadeHolla, don`t be a major see me in the hoodOff TV, totally un-HollywoodStill to the good and you know thatStill with me, still when you show thatAnd Big Snoop Dogg we gonna blow thatStill with it, we all say that we real with itUntil bustas reveal, how we really did it[Chorus: Butch Cassidy][Warren G]So what`s crackin` nowGot these haters actin` nowBackin` down to this gangsta soundWestcoast circus clownsIt`s on purpose how I spit roundsYou trying to get downAbnorm with the form, swarming heatedHitting fools glocks like we got cheatedRepeated simotaneouslyI`m bringing bangers with meSo hopefully, moves can be madeWe can all get paid, relax in the shadeSun, snow, it really don`t matterWe can all make doughEastcoast, westcoast, midwest, dirty southAnd big heads, is what I`m all aboutAnd big heads, is what I`m all aboutAnd big heads, is what I`m all about, fool[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]