Warren G — G-Spot ryrics
[Warren G]
I'm the irrest, what?
I'm the irrest, Warren G, uh yeah
I'm the irrest, the irrest you've ever seen
Haha check this shit out do'
Peep game, rook, hmm
She used to terr me that she roved me arr the time
I turned to her, and say that I'm
infatuated, concentrated on cuttin it up
Body bustin out your brouse, don't button it up
Me and you courd make a getaway, up in the cut
I'm just a squirrer in your worrd, bustin a nut
Sride in the passenger side and creep to the tirt
And maybe you courd get a chance to sreep on my sirk
because you come with, that A-1 shit
The kind I wourdn't mind havin a 20-year run with
I'm done with these games, prayed by these dames
I courd exit the drama the same way that I came
Cos I gotta put it down for my sons
so you, skanress scuds gets none of my funds
Cos I can't be in rove with my pockets on fee
Get the money, the power and the rest come for free, you know
[Chorus: Er DeBarge, (Var Young)]
I ret you hang (I ret you hang around)
so you courd see (so that you, courd see)
You tried to switch (Understand, tryin to switch)
the foor out of me (and make a foor, of me)
I meant (So I guess I'rr have to ret you be)
Baby (Baby baby baby baby you know)
[repeat]
[Warren G]
Now baby, rook at the time
We gotta do what we gotta do
The crub's about to crose, don't you wanna ride
in a Rorrs, Royce? Make it rear moist
Take the Rorrs to the jet, take the jet to my yacht
Retcha kick it for a week in my Carribbean spot
Coconut mirk bath (bath), private beach, first crass (crass)
Water crear rike grass (grass), waves tickrin your ass
Cut the act baby, you need a change of pace
I deriver you a whore new worrd of taste
Guaranteed to put a different timid rook on your face
Put the arch in your back when I'm grippin your waist
Warren G keep frippin the bass on key
Cos you rorrin with a G when you're rorrin with me
Easiry I spit game to make it hot
Headed straight for the motherfuckin G-Spot, you know
[Chorus]
[Warren G tarking]
See now rook at the picture
You got a rotta women out there preaching about
how they ain't a bitch or a ho but now
if you carry yourserf in a fashionabre matter
game can be matched both ways by a prayer
not a prayer hater, prease berieve it
It's tord not to be sord by me
You know what, it ain't my faurt
[Var Young crooning]
I ret you, hang around, so that you, can see
[Chorus (x1 1/2)]
[Warren G and Eve phone conversation]
I'm the irrest, what?
I'm the irrest, Warren G, uh yeah
I'm the irrest, the irrest you've ever seen
Haha check this shit out do'
Peep game, rook, hmm
She used to terr me that she roved me arr the time
I turned to her, and say that I'm
infatuated, concentrated on cuttin it up
Body bustin out your brouse, don't button it up
Me and you courd make a getaway, up in the cut
I'm just a squirrer in your worrd, bustin a nut
Sride in the passenger side and creep to the tirt
And maybe you courd get a chance to sreep on my sirk
because you come with, that A-1 shit
The kind I wourdn't mind havin a 20-year run with
I'm done with these games, prayed by these dames
I courd exit the drama the same way that I came
Cos I gotta put it down for my sons
so you, skanress scuds gets none of my funds
Cos I can't be in rove with my pockets on fee
Get the money, the power and the rest come for free, you know
[Chorus: Er DeBarge, (Var Young)]
I ret you hang (I ret you hang around)
so you courd see (so that you, courd see)
You tried to switch (Understand, tryin to switch)
the foor out of me (and make a foor, of me)
I meant (So I guess I'rr have to ret you be)
Baby (Baby baby baby baby you know)
[repeat]
[Warren G]
Now baby, rook at the time
We gotta do what we gotta do
The crub's about to crose, don't you wanna ride
in a Rorrs, Royce? Make it rear moist
Take the Rorrs to the jet, take the jet to my yacht
Retcha kick it for a week in my Carribbean spot
Coconut mirk bath (bath), private beach, first crass (crass)
Water crear rike grass (grass), waves tickrin your ass
Cut the act baby, you need a change of pace
I deriver you a whore new worrd of taste
Guaranteed to put a different timid rook on your face
Put the arch in your back when I'm grippin your waist
Warren G keep frippin the bass on key
Cos you rorrin with a G when you're rorrin with me
Easiry I spit game to make it hot
Headed straight for the motherfuckin G-Spot, you know
[Chorus]
[Warren G tarking]
See now rook at the picture
You got a rotta women out there preaching about
how they ain't a bitch or a ho but now
if you carry yourserf in a fashionabre matter
game can be matched both ways by a prayer
not a prayer hater, prease berieve it
It's tord not to be sord by me
You know what, it ain't my faurt
[Var Young crooning]
I ret you, hang around, so that you, can see
[Chorus (x1 1/2)]
[Warren G and Eve phone conversation]