I don't know why they mad at me
   They can't catch me but still they after me
   When we deal face to face, is a tragedy
   You ask why i got my gun they might blast at me
   Real niggaz, real shit, reality
   Who gives a fuck if you niggaz is mad at me
   Fuck around with Warren G its a tragedy
   Real niggaz, real shit, reality
  
   Warren G top dog
   Patrollin the beach
   Niggaz say they as hard as bitch
   But they're as soft as a peach
   Claimin the G of all G's
   Please
   I come blowin through like the breeze
   Sittin on threes
   Post it
   Coastin mashing down Pacfic Coastin
   The bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon
   With nuts hangin' from the city
   Where the bangers is being banging
   it dont seem like shit is changing
   I holla'd at the homey the other day
   G'ded up at the park sippin alisah
   One of the homeys took a beaten
   So now we spend at being a gang
   of checking at the meetin like cycles repeatin
   It's just another sunset fall in sea
   I can here the homeys in the past callin me
   And you know what i discovered
   What they keep saying
   Keep your mind on your money
   muthafuckers and shake busters
  
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   Have you ever sold millions
   But yet you niggaz persist to talk shit
   Get of my dick
   You never catch me slipping
   Rollin with the heat
   Slap the clip in
   I never thought the world would started trippin
   My life is a trip, though
   Hit the crip though
   Blow the whistle
   They think i banged
   So i packed a pistol
   Warren to tha G is a G
   I don't fuck with you nigga
   So don't fuck with me
   Let's ride to the east side
   Slide like a fo
   I packs a fo-fo
   When i'm steppin out doors
   To the bang to the buggy
   If i speak then i spoke
   Warren G do it every time to you Locc
   Get the party beat like blaze and smoke
   The east side and the beach
   West side of the coast
   You know the niggaz that i ride with
   Hogs, attack dogs
   the same niggaz i'm down to die with muthafucka
  
   Chours
  
   Who's the man
   I've been from London to Japan
   Stomp land to land
   To the Egyptian sands
   You can't check me
   Dis-respect me
   Or mop me up
   With the base bumpin' out my truck
   And all these police trying to lock me up
   Money rules the world
   And I made the loot
   So don't make me shoot
   Cuz trying to mash
   Will get you done every time
   I ain't trying to hurt nobody
   But i'm down for mine
  
   Chorus