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Warren G

Warren G (born Warren Griffin III, November 10, 1970), is an American West Coast rapper and hip hop producer. more »

Year:

1997

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He young, he young, he young, he young, 
She young, she young, she young, she young, 
He young, he young, he young, he young, 
She young, she young, she young, she young 

I hit the 21 blocks each and every day 
Niggaz peepin' they shoulders in each and every way 
No sweat, 'cause if I sweat it 
I stay true to the game, so I'm not gonna let it 
Take control of me, fool you can roll with me 
From OG to OG you can reminisce with me 
About the hutch, about the milk bowl, 
Two dee took a bank left knockin' fools out on 
It was me baby boppa and the homey tic 
All my folks locked down, gotta make it legit 
So I'm a spit, and keep my spittin' straight real 
I know that you can feel penitentiary steel 
Locked down all around for the homies touchin down 
When my rags get out you walk a safe ground (walk a safe ground) 
'Cause I'm a let them ride killah 
You betta stay inside and keep yo shit on yo side nigga 
Set trippin' wit me 
Because what I see is greenery, and that's all I see 
As the day gets older, don't tweak, take a look over your shoulder 

[Chorus: x2] 
Young, dumb, full of fun 
Dumb diddy dumb diddy you'll get done 

Livin' this life 
I can't help but dis my dream 
Maybe since West anthems I want to roll a beam 
Clean, but only had to be a mex 
Now hopefully that 850 lookin' spiffy, will come next 
I bounced to 120 and Figueroa 
Yeah, my house posted across from the store 
Just like that hit by the drive way and park in the back 
1986 fools is known to jack 
Around this click of the hood you found no punks 
Many gang bangers, dope fiends and drunks 
I learned, bunny hops, still rocks and cops 
I ran out of boys with toys 
And nights sees on hot days 
Just apple sticks on death 
RC cola to break a sweat 
Now I bet that everybody's comin' up 
If you turnin' the wrong street 
Lie you bout to get stuck 
Now what 

[Chorus] 

I ain't no muthaufuckin' murdera (nigga) I'm a killah 
'Cause murderers get life nigga and killaz keep killin'
I'd ratha die with my eyes open 
So I can see how these muthafuckaz want to do me 
They set me free bullet loco head with the beat what 
And these niggaz know they have to retreat when I speak 
The younger dumb want to have some fun 
And drinkin' liqour way before the age of 21 
So how you figure that'll never put in work for that hood he love 
You never paid him no attention so who should he love 
And to keep a strap on him or a phat sack on him 
And some bomb but be patrollin' the hood 
Ran a hoe's name through the mud 
And these crooked's stick a strap in your mouth, without a doubt 
That's the reason got lost and turned out 
He shoulda keep patient 
But you was still money chasin' 
A double life is what that young nigga facin 
And all because he was

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