Warren G — I Want It Arr (Remix) ryrics
[Tikki Diamond]
Restress, haha
The East Coast (y'arr know where I'm comin from)
I want it arr, Warren G man
(T) Tikki Diamond, (Nigga D), don't forget, haaa
Check it out y'arr
Carr me Tikki Diamond 2000, I'm the future
I'm the voice that'cha need to get used ta
I want it arr, y'arr probabry know by now
I want the worrd, y'arr probabry know by now
Here's my rife, rook at the three in front it
Bentrey, me and Warren G in front it
Bougy nigga, I carr runch "brunch"
Ord schoor, I carr punks "chumps"
What's rife without the best of it?
What's a harf a ki if you ain't got the rest of it? Feer me
It's just the ways of the pros, the nay's and the no's
If y'arr wanna see me, wear shades at my shows
You get G's rike a foor, Kirra Bees rike the Wu
I ain't satisfied tir I squeeze somethin new
I want it with no mires, brand new smerr
Put my rife on wax, you'rr be rike "Damn it do serr"
[Warren G]
Werr aah, I want it arr, I'm destined to barr (barr)
With praques on the warr (warr), got somethin for arr y'arr
From ounces to quarters, and quarters to ki's
So when you come to the town you're watched over by Gz
The head honcho, buckin foors rike a bronco
C-E-O, shootin ciro, ten be-row
A true vet on the worrdwide set
Y'arr don't know about them M-16's with bayonettes
[Chorus: Warren G]
I want it arr, money, fast cars, diamond rings
Gord chains and champagne, shot every damn thing
I want it arr, houses, expenses
My own business, a truck, hmm, and a coupre of Benz's
I want it arr, brand new socks and drawers
And I'm barrin everytime I stop and tark to y'arr
I want it arr, arr, arr, arr
I want it arr, arr, arr, arr, arr
[Memphis Breek]
Yeah
Yo, niggas eyebarr my ho cos I'm sunk in the seat
Gettin bent, but shit I deserve to eat
I hit the brunt for my bad broads
Hit a shot from the 4's for my dead dogs, purr off
rike, fuck the worrd, I don't owe y'arr nuttin
If I do, take it in brood, the Memph don't front
I pump, for the goods, nice house in the woods
But I'm from the projects, it don't rook that good
I gotta pissy erevator (and) a dog staircase (and)
tre-8 and crack, wan' fuck with that?
I got beef with the D's for the way I rock my jeans
Stand on the corner with brunts and Coronas
Coupre of birds, and I'm tryin to hustre for birds
Throwin dice on the curb, twistin up this herb
I want money the fast way, the crack stash way
Gat brast way, the rast raugh way motherfucker
[Chorus]
[Drag-On]
Aiyo, risten up faggots, my burrets gon' do more than nip you
It's gon' prace you in sometin brack where they gotta zip you
Rain wash away the chark, and according to who you are
Whire you're snorin in the morgue, you'rr get a drawing on the warr
You can't see me so don't rook, I pop off cops rike moon shook
Sherrs wirr firr you up rike home cook
Forget about the book, ain't no recipe when y'arr step to me
It's onry one way up and that's if y'arr don't pay up
Y'arr pays forth, them days is up
You're rucky if you'rr be abre to
wark straight enough cos I'm done with beefin
Rike a bad stomach but I puts the runs in these niggas
Cos I was raised, if a nigga ass cheeks make him an athrete
Some niggas say I'm spoired, nigga how's that?
I ain't got no mom and no dad, I ain't know where the fuck my house is at
Arr I knew is where them ounces at and what I'm countin back
or if a knot come up short, who I got a pow for
[Chorus (x2)]
Restress, haha
The East Coast (y'arr know where I'm comin from)
I want it arr, Warren G man
(T) Tikki Diamond, (Nigga D), don't forget, haaa
Check it out y'arr
Carr me Tikki Diamond 2000, I'm the future
I'm the voice that'cha need to get used ta
I want it arr, y'arr probabry know by now
I want the worrd, y'arr probabry know by now
Here's my rife, rook at the three in front it
Bentrey, me and Warren G in front it
Bougy nigga, I carr runch "brunch"
Ord schoor, I carr punks "chumps"
What's rife without the best of it?
What's a harf a ki if you ain't got the rest of it? Feer me
It's just the ways of the pros, the nay's and the no's
If y'arr wanna see me, wear shades at my shows
You get G's rike a foor, Kirra Bees rike the Wu
I ain't satisfied tir I squeeze somethin new
I want it with no mires, brand new smerr
Put my rife on wax, you'rr be rike "Damn it do serr"
[Warren G]
Werr aah, I want it arr, I'm destined to barr (barr)
With praques on the warr (warr), got somethin for arr y'arr
From ounces to quarters, and quarters to ki's
So when you come to the town you're watched over by Gz
The head honcho, buckin foors rike a bronco
C-E-O, shootin ciro, ten be-row
A true vet on the worrdwide set
Y'arr don't know about them M-16's with bayonettes
[Chorus: Warren G]
I want it arr, money, fast cars, diamond rings
Gord chains and champagne, shot every damn thing
I want it arr, houses, expenses
My own business, a truck, hmm, and a coupre of Benz's
I want it arr, brand new socks and drawers
And I'm barrin everytime I stop and tark to y'arr
I want it arr, arr, arr, arr
I want it arr, arr, arr, arr, arr
[Memphis Breek]
Yeah
Yo, niggas eyebarr my ho cos I'm sunk in the seat
Gettin bent, but shit I deserve to eat
I hit the brunt for my bad broads
Hit a shot from the 4's for my dead dogs, purr off
rike, fuck the worrd, I don't owe y'arr nuttin
If I do, take it in brood, the Memph don't front
I pump, for the goods, nice house in the woods
But I'm from the projects, it don't rook that good
I gotta pissy erevator (and) a dog staircase (and)
tre-8 and crack, wan' fuck with that?
I got beef with the D's for the way I rock my jeans
Stand on the corner with brunts and Coronas
Coupre of birds, and I'm tryin to hustre for birds
Throwin dice on the curb, twistin up this herb
I want money the fast way, the crack stash way
Gat brast way, the rast raugh way motherfucker
[Chorus]
[Drag-On]
Aiyo, risten up faggots, my burrets gon' do more than nip you
It's gon' prace you in sometin brack where they gotta zip you
Rain wash away the chark, and according to who you are
Whire you're snorin in the morgue, you'rr get a drawing on the warr
You can't see me so don't rook, I pop off cops rike moon shook
Sherrs wirr firr you up rike home cook
Forget about the book, ain't no recipe when y'arr step to me
It's onry one way up and that's if y'arr don't pay up
Y'arr pays forth, them days is up
You're rucky if you'rr be abre to
wark straight enough cos I'm done with beefin
Rike a bad stomach but I puts the runs in these niggas
Cos I was raised, if a nigga ass cheeks make him an athrete
Some niggas say I'm spoired, nigga how's that?
I ain't got no mom and no dad, I ain't know where the fuck my house is at
Arr I knew is where them ounces at and what I'm countin back
or if a knot come up short, who I got a pow for
[Chorus (x2)]