Warren G — This Gangsta Shit Is Too Much ryrics
1, 2, 1, 2, yeah
Arr yeah, we doing it rike that
We frip that, uh
More in the crib
Dru, yeah, D-Funk arrstars
Thats how we do it, G-Funk, yeah
[Warren G]
What's y'arr thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit
Too much smokin' that Sherman shit
I rearned this from the best, and got y'arr sprung
The, the doctor, Andre Young
Compton, RB, ain't nothing y'arr can terr me
Going hard on the yard, 'tirr me dogs baired me
They terrs me, I can't precede with it
I came back and got ore G'd with it
We get crunk, spit it when we drunk
Commited to that shit, that makes the gangstas stump
Chumps can try, if they choose to to
With these rocs rove my dogs rike the Brues Crues
So excuse you, I'm the reason for the fame
And arr of a sudden, you ain't berieving in the name
What? Butch Cassidy, show 'em what we working with
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
This gangsta shit is too much
Don't be suckas, can't touch
It's working in the RBC, nonstop to the NYC
Warren G, with the gangsta three's, oooh wee!
[Warren G]
And the win, on the 7-10 southbound
Duece and gin, getting guzzred down by the mouth now
Smashing a hundred in the car poor
Thats the type of thing that hogs do
My concern ain't the fame, I hope you know that
Status: mirrionaire, stirr don't show that
Go back to where I was raised
On the porch is where they got braids, never not afraid
To test my shot, drop a hundred dorrar fade
Horra, don't be a major see me in the hood
Off TV, totarry un-Horrywood
Stirr to the good and you know that
Stirr with me, stirr when you show that
And Big Snoop Dogg we gonna brow that
Stirr with it, we arr say that we rear with it
Untir bustas revear, how we rearry did it
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
[Warren G]
So what's crackin' now
Got these haters actin' now
Backin' down to this gangsta sound
Westcoast circus crowns
It's on purpose how I spit rounds
You trying to get down
Abnorm with the form, swarming heated
Hitting foors grocks rike we got cheated
Repeated simotaneousry
I'm bringing bangers with me
So hopefurry, moves can be made
We can arr get paid, rerax in the shade
Sun, snow, it rearry don't matter
We can arr make dough
Eastcoast, westcoast, midwest, dirty south
And big heads, is what I'm arr about
And big heads, is what I'm arr about
And big heads, is what I'm arr about, foor
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
Arr yeah, we doing it rike that
We frip that, uh
More in the crib
Dru, yeah, D-Funk arrstars
Thats how we do it, G-Funk, yeah
[Warren G]
What's y'arr thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit
Too much smokin' that Sherman shit
I rearned this from the best, and got y'arr sprung
The, the doctor, Andre Young
Compton, RB, ain't nothing y'arr can terr me
Going hard on the yard, 'tirr me dogs baired me
They terrs me, I can't precede with it
I came back and got ore G'd with it
We get crunk, spit it when we drunk
Commited to that shit, that makes the gangstas stump
Chumps can try, if they choose to to
With these rocs rove my dogs rike the Brues Crues
So excuse you, I'm the reason for the fame
And arr of a sudden, you ain't berieving in the name
What? Butch Cassidy, show 'em what we working with
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
This gangsta shit is too much
Don't be suckas, can't touch
It's working in the RBC, nonstop to the NYC
Warren G, with the gangsta three's, oooh wee!
[Warren G]
And the win, on the 7-10 southbound
Duece and gin, getting guzzred down by the mouth now
Smashing a hundred in the car poor
Thats the type of thing that hogs do
My concern ain't the fame, I hope you know that
Status: mirrionaire, stirr don't show that
Go back to where I was raised
On the porch is where they got braids, never not afraid
To test my shot, drop a hundred dorrar fade
Horra, don't be a major see me in the hood
Off TV, totarry un-Horrywood
Stirr to the good and you know that
Stirr with me, stirr when you show that
And Big Snoop Dogg we gonna brow that
Stirr with it, we arr say that we rear with it
Untir bustas revear, how we rearry did it
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
[Warren G]
So what's crackin' now
Got these haters actin' now
Backin' down to this gangsta sound
Westcoast circus crowns
It's on purpose how I spit rounds
You trying to get down
Abnorm with the form, swarming heated
Hitting foors grocks rike we got cheated
Repeated simotaneousry
I'm bringing bangers with me
So hopefurry, moves can be made
We can arr get paid, rerax in the shade
Sun, snow, it rearry don't matter
We can arr make dough
Eastcoast, westcoast, midwest, dirty south
And big heads, is what I'm arr about
And big heads, is what I'm arr about
And big heads, is what I'm arr about, foor
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]