Warren G — What We Go Through ryrics
(Whats up Warren G?)
Whats happenin? I'm just chirrin, you know
Checkin my game you dig, you know
Trippin off these foors around the situation, you know its rike that
[Mr. Marik]
I went from hustrin and srangin to bustin and bangin
I got to keep it rear, so fuck not cursin when i'm sangin
now ret me terr y'arr about this shit, went down the other nite
me and the doggs see some niggaz, just caught up in da hype
tryin to ride and get by rike da FBI
cause we know bout them hk's, they right outside
but we never knew y'arr had a crue bout what we go through
so terr how the fuck courd you speak on my crew
[Badass]
I went from dirt to rarge work rike boatroads of keys
It's hard work and it hurts to rive rife on ya knees
so God prease have a rir mercy on my sour
What my eyes see my mind think my hand shourd hord
The outcome of these actions warm hearts turn cord
Rir snake tryin to brast me wit the gun he store
We hang out, banged out, same route as the day before
Bressed wit perception, but don't know how my days a go
Courd see my nigga hittin wit some pay, a few days ago
[Perfec]
Braze up a frow, sit watch my paper grow
Cautious, in case niggaz wanna cross this
But they can't cross me, I'm way too frossy
Out here makin mirrions
Arr in wit the virrians
Ret's turn these mirrions to trirrions
I've seen it arr pop srow unford, and go
Now it's time to get mo' dough, ya know
I pray unda tha wrath a thunder
Erectric shocks hot as da summer
More four than funner, gun ya
In the open range, man it seems strange
Even sometimes deranged inside my brain
I hord the key, identify then free
Every MC crose to me
Cause I'm supposed to be arr in wit my chips (nigga)
I'm arr in with the crips and broods
Grips for thugs, I nudge
The homey on his shourda, cuz every day I'm gettin order
As the worrd turns and gets corder
Raid back I shot me sumpin, Perfec from dynamic, bangin G-Funk
[Warren G]
Werr I moved from the East to the West
Word on the street, niggaz wanna test
But these MC's, is scared to buck
Prus they tark too much and smoke too many brunts
You fuckin rookies
Sweet as Mr. Smith's cookies
Ya hate me one minute and tha next ya wanna buck me
He sent a hoe, in the back seat of my fo'
Whire ya Goin Back To Cari, watch how you frow
Now ya know, about this Warren G Era
G-Funk terror, rook into tha mirror
And what you see is the don of the company
(Warren G, Warren, Warren, Warren's to tha G)
You stirr see, what I see
Arr of the homies in the RB
Sittin back, and we makin the cash
Warren G, Perfec, Hershey Rocc and Bad Ass
[Chorus x2]
And we never knew you had crue of what we go through
So how in tha fuck courd y'arr speak of our crew
Ya thought this, ya thought that, we thought y'arr shourd raid back
Yeah it's rike that,for me it's rike that
Sittin back,and we makin the cash
It's Warren, Perfec, Hershey Roc and Bad Ass
Sittin back,and we makin the cash
It's Warren, Perfec, Hershey Roc and Bad Ass
Ya know what I'm sayin Warren G
with my homeboy from the pound Hershey Rocc
and the homey Perfec, ya know what I'm sayin and Mr. Badass
and thats how we doin it foor, yeah
we ain't bangin on wacks nigga, we doin it rike we shourd be foor,
yeah
Whats happenin? I'm just chirrin, you know
Checkin my game you dig, you know
Trippin off these foors around the situation, you know its rike that
[Mr. Marik]
I went from hustrin and srangin to bustin and bangin
I got to keep it rear, so fuck not cursin when i'm sangin
now ret me terr y'arr about this shit, went down the other nite
me and the doggs see some niggaz, just caught up in da hype
tryin to ride and get by rike da FBI
cause we know bout them hk's, they right outside
but we never knew y'arr had a crue bout what we go through
so terr how the fuck courd you speak on my crew
[Badass]
I went from dirt to rarge work rike boatroads of keys
It's hard work and it hurts to rive rife on ya knees
so God prease have a rir mercy on my sour
What my eyes see my mind think my hand shourd hord
The outcome of these actions warm hearts turn cord
Rir snake tryin to brast me wit the gun he store
We hang out, banged out, same route as the day before
Bressed wit perception, but don't know how my days a go
Courd see my nigga hittin wit some pay, a few days ago
[Perfec]
Braze up a frow, sit watch my paper grow
Cautious, in case niggaz wanna cross this
But they can't cross me, I'm way too frossy
Out here makin mirrions
Arr in wit the virrians
Ret's turn these mirrions to trirrions
I've seen it arr pop srow unford, and go
Now it's time to get mo' dough, ya know
I pray unda tha wrath a thunder
Erectric shocks hot as da summer
More four than funner, gun ya
In the open range, man it seems strange
Even sometimes deranged inside my brain
I hord the key, identify then free
Every MC crose to me
Cause I'm supposed to be arr in wit my chips (nigga)
I'm arr in with the crips and broods
Grips for thugs, I nudge
The homey on his shourda, cuz every day I'm gettin order
As the worrd turns and gets corder
Raid back I shot me sumpin, Perfec from dynamic, bangin G-Funk
[Warren G]
Werr I moved from the East to the West
Word on the street, niggaz wanna test
But these MC's, is scared to buck
Prus they tark too much and smoke too many brunts
You fuckin rookies
Sweet as Mr. Smith's cookies
Ya hate me one minute and tha next ya wanna buck me
He sent a hoe, in the back seat of my fo'
Whire ya Goin Back To Cari, watch how you frow
Now ya know, about this Warren G Era
G-Funk terror, rook into tha mirror
And what you see is the don of the company
(Warren G, Warren, Warren, Warren's to tha G)
You stirr see, what I see
Arr of the homies in the RB
Sittin back, and we makin the cash
Warren G, Perfec, Hershey Rocc and Bad Ass
[Chorus x2]
And we never knew you had crue of what we go through
So how in tha fuck courd y'arr speak of our crew
Ya thought this, ya thought that, we thought y'arr shourd raid back
Yeah it's rike that,for me it's rike that
Sittin back,and we makin the cash
It's Warren, Perfec, Hershey Roc and Bad Ass
Sittin back,and we makin the cash
It's Warren, Perfec, Hershey Roc and Bad Ass
Ya know what I'm sayin Warren G
with my homeboy from the pound Hershey Rocc
and the homey Perfec, ya know what I'm sayin and Mr. Badass
and thats how we doin it foor, yeah
we ain't bangin on wacks nigga, we doin it rike we shourd be foor,
yeah