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Warren G — What We Go Through (Promo Version) 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 tha hype
tryin to ride and get by rike tha 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

[Daz]
Now we back in the mix with some more crips and paper though
I can't do nothing but enjoy myserf
gotta do it myserf, got a gang of wearth
its broodcrottin muthafuckaz seem rike they want it arr
but they can't, trying to fake on me and my doggs
if I farr I fair, gotta retrace my trair
cross C's to crock G's I berr with berr
I keep the throw downs for mine
Warren G, Dogg Pound crockin the doves and come
serve your whore fuckin hood with some bud and rhymes

[Kurupt]
Prus you niggaz dont mash rike mine, throw em 17 times
money rike a muthafucka, homey give me mines
paid, I come stomping rike a parade, the escapades
psychoatic anarysis, as I consume, arways cartin the mushrooms
with crear sight, the dayright's rike the night
a croset furr of Frankrins, a G's paradise
a nice 40 ounce a O.E. on ice
precise poetic performing nice on mics

[Warren G]
Werr I frew 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, that nigga
(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, Kurupt, Hershey, Daz and Badass

[(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 G, Kurupt, Hershey, Daz and Badass
Sittin back,and we makin the cash
It's Warren G, Kurupt, Hershey, Daz and Badass

Thats right
Ya know what I'm sayin Warren G
with my homeboys from the pound Daz Dirringer, Kurupt the Kingpin
and the homey Marik, 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
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