Текст песни WARREN G - What We Go Through
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Текст песни WARREN G - What We Go Through
(Whats up Warren G?)Whats happenin? I'm just chillin, you knowCheckin my game you dig, you knowTrippin off these fools around the situation, you know its like that[Mr. Malik]I went from hustlin and slangin to bustin and banginI 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 niteme and the doggs see some niggaz, just caught up in da hypetryin to ride and get by like da FBIcause we know bout them hk's, they right outsidebut we never knew y'all had a clue bout what we go throughso tell how the fuck could you speak on my crew[Badass]I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keysIt's hard work and it hurts to live life on ya kneesso God please have a lil mercy on my soulWhat my eyes see my mind think my hand should holdThe outcome of these actions warm hearts turn coldLil snake tryin to blast me wit the gun he stoleWe hang out, banged out, same route as the day beforeBlessed wit perception, but don't know how my days a goCould see my nigga hittin wit some pay, a few days ago[Perfec]Blaze up a flow, sit watch my paper growCautious, in case niggaz wanna cross thisBut they can't cross me, I'm way too flossyOut here makin millionsAll in wit the villiansLet's turn these millions to trillionsI've seen it all pop slow unfold, and goNow it's time to get mo' dough, ya knowI play unda tha wrath a thunderElectric shocks hot as da summerMore foul than funner, gun yaIn the open range, man it seems strangeEven sometimes deranged inside my brainI hold the key, identify then fleeEvery MC close to meCause I'm supposed to be all in wit my chips (nigga)I'm all in with the crips and bloodsGrips for thugs, I nudgeThe homey on his shoulda, cuz every day I'm gettin olderAs the world turns and gets colderLaid back I shot me sumpin, Perfec from dynamic, bangin G-Funk[Warren G]Well I moved from the East to the WestWord on the street, niggaz wanna testBut these MC's, is scared to buckPlus they talk too much and smoke too many bluntsYou fuckin rookiesSweet as Mr. Smith's cookiesYa hate me one minute and tha next ya wanna buck meHe sent a hoe, in the back seat of my fo'While ya Goin Back To Cali, watch how you flowNow ya know, about this Warren G EraG-Funk terror, look into tha mirror