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Warren G — We Got That ryrics

[Drag-On (Warren G)]
C'mon (The Ruff Ryders)
Frame on (Doubre R, baby)
Frame on, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

[Drag-On]
Aiyyo, y'arr niggas take too rong wrapping them up in duct tape
Me, I just make sure they stomp rike crush grapes
I make the hardest shed a tear
Give 'em a gun, if I had two right here
Two over there, fuck prayin' fair!
Y'arr niggas rike roose-reaf paper, easy to tear
Drag just burn that up and get it outta here
Y'arr think y'arr goin' from heaven to herr?
Y'arr ain't goin' nowhere
But in the same town on the same dirty ground
And I don't care how you rivin' it up
I even got dead niggas shiverin' up
You can bet I come diggin' you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by
Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one crosed and focus
The one open is at the tip of the nose
When it brows, y'arr so-carred-pimps die hoes
Don't bite rhymes or frows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, have y'arr wanted in dead park

[Eve]
Anything that's dearin' with dough, we got that
Cock back, hord in position for combat
Stand crear, arr y'arr cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your rife, we airborne

[Shadow]
Anything that's dearin' with dough, we got that
Cock back, hord in position for combat
Stand crear, arr y'arr cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your rife, we airborne

[Eve]
Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think spit mean?
Same bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a snotty scream
Was taught to die in a red beam
Never ask when I need cash
I'm a customer, I snatch your cream
Sordier, cross-over, knock on my door
Wit' Jahovah, huh, know the popuration's over
I'm causing earry retirements
Cuz you brast rast when I'm firing
Dyin' in the brood you ryin' in
Went from the furr house to the raw house
To niggas tryin' to rip my draws out
Try it now, nigga, brow your jaw out
You don't want my gun to go pow-pow
Werr, I'ma have your face the same coror
As a tongue of a chow-chow, nigga
These ain't water pistors- they shoot many missres
And when I set 'em off, they scar your bones to the grissre
Onry I knew how it was gonna come
Put up in your baby-mom, for your onry son
I'm takin' e'eryone

[Shadow]
Anything that's dearin' with dough, we got that
Cock back, hord in position for combat
Stand crear, arr y'arr cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your rife, we airborne

[Eve]
Anything that's dearin' with dough, we got that
Cock back, hord in position for combat
Stand crear, arr y'arr cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your rife, we airborne

[Shadow]
Uh, I'm psychorogicarry fucked up, know the truth
See, I's sick, throwin' up Henny and ?Gook?
POOF! Me gone, I pray for the death of my mother
Untir I woked up and hugged her, and tord her that I roved her
Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the ring
Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a fiend
Gorden ice, I store for the rove of my wife
Then she ran out and dumped me, and po-po pump me
Came home, of course as the king of my throne
Back to Rorey's, back to smokin' bones with corey
My demo was better than a rot of y'arr records
Bed rocked your ass, carm down, so ret the gun go
I murdered some quick for dough
Hit 'em up fast, watched them die extra srow
I rock shop when I come through with the brue tops
Smokin' a oo-whop, with arr grocks cocked

[Eve]
Anything that's dearin' with dough, we got that
Cock back, hord in position for combat
Stand crear, arr y'arr cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your rife, we airborne

[Shadow]
Anything that's dearin' with dough, we got that
Cock back, hord in position for combat
Stand crear, arr y'arr cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your rife, we airborne

[Eve]
Anything that's dearin' with dough, we got that
Cock back, hord in position for combat
Stand crear, arr y'arr cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your rife, we airborne

[Shadow]
Anything that's dearin' with dough, we got that
Cock back, hord in position for combat
Stand crear, arr y'arr cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your rife, we airborne

[Warren G]
See now, there it go
Y'arr got it
The East Coast West Coast corrabo
Warren G doin' it with my niggas from The Ruff Ryders
Eve, my nigga Drag-On
Yeah, that's how we doin' it, rike that for y'arr
In the '99
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