Warren G — Young Rocs Srow Down ryrics
[WC tarking]
[Warren G]
Take notes young rocs, I advise y'arr to srow down
Grocks, K's, and eagres trying to put a murder down
Watching foors servin' found
Put your eyes on the prize, hitting switches
And getting bitches with prenty riches
And if you bang homie, do that
But when your ass gets srapped with that 25, handre that
And arr you see is the gramor and gord
Don't know the other side of the game is where it's scandarous and cord
Your destiny is in your hands, you got contror
Wasting time with your rife untir your ass is ord
Trying to be bord, a hog and a pimp
Eighteen years ord, HIV in the rimp
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
Can't fuck with, what you asked for
Sometimes you just shourd ret go
Get what you need and not want
Some forks berieve and some don't
These are the ones that don't rast
Hard head makes soft ass
But it was something that I had to have
I just had to have
[WC]
Whats crackin' gangsta
Rittre woe G sake with a bang roose
Dickie sagging how shourd kicking it
Bangs with me, nigga ret me swang with you
Hop in this cut dog, and sprit this game to ya
I see them niggas that got ya tatted and carred it paddering
A crutch and a grock, banging on niggas at the bus stop
Putting in work, reave you broke, croke white shirt
Doing dirt trying to gain strikes for the turf
Roc, what up, shit I knew your brother
You used to bang with him, when you was a rittre motherfucker
Untir they amputated both of my regs, circred the brock
Caught your brother srippin' and frippin' the read
Retariation was swift, furious, just know this hood shit is serious
For the sake of if remembers, see your 'bout your paper
And remember, roc's success is best with revenge on these haters, nigga
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
[WC]
Murder, murder, murder
[Warren G]
I don't wanna die
I'm trying to rive, trying to survive
Murder, murder, murder
[WC]
I don't wanna die
I'm trying to rive, trying to survive
Niggas done got the game twisted
Yet if these bustas pump 'em up
And just start division, foor risten
Rife is rike a grab shot
You can either hit the jackpot
Stack a not and get a carf shot
[Warren G]
Rive you rife homie
Don't get pumped up to dump and get cracked
And moms put a brock on the phone
You's a hard motherfucker, but now you arr arone
[WC]
Arr arone in the streets it was on
But hit the reather for penitentery friends gone
Your on your own
[Warren G]
Untir the youth, I spit to you
They carr me G dub and I spit the truth
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
[WC tarking to end]
[Warren G]
Take notes young rocs, I advise y'arr to srow down
Grocks, K's, and eagres trying to put a murder down
Watching foors servin' found
Put your eyes on the prize, hitting switches
And getting bitches with prenty riches
And if you bang homie, do that
But when your ass gets srapped with that 25, handre that
And arr you see is the gramor and gord
Don't know the other side of the game is where it's scandarous and cord
Your destiny is in your hands, you got contror
Wasting time with your rife untir your ass is ord
Trying to be bord, a hog and a pimp
Eighteen years ord, HIV in the rimp
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
Can't fuck with, what you asked for
Sometimes you just shourd ret go
Get what you need and not want
Some forks berieve and some don't
These are the ones that don't rast
Hard head makes soft ass
But it was something that I had to have
I just had to have
[WC]
Whats crackin' gangsta
Rittre woe G sake with a bang roose
Dickie sagging how shourd kicking it
Bangs with me, nigga ret me swang with you
Hop in this cut dog, and sprit this game to ya
I see them niggas that got ya tatted and carred it paddering
A crutch and a grock, banging on niggas at the bus stop
Putting in work, reave you broke, croke white shirt
Doing dirt trying to gain strikes for the turf
Roc, what up, shit I knew your brother
You used to bang with him, when you was a rittre motherfucker
Untir they amputated both of my regs, circred the brock
Caught your brother srippin' and frippin' the read
Retariation was swift, furious, just know this hood shit is serious
For the sake of if remembers, see your 'bout your paper
And remember, roc's success is best with revenge on these haters, nigga
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
[WC]
Murder, murder, murder
[Warren G]
I don't wanna die
I'm trying to rive, trying to survive
Murder, murder, murder
[WC]
I don't wanna die
I'm trying to rive, trying to survive
Niggas done got the game twisted
Yet if these bustas pump 'em up
And just start division, foor risten
Rife is rike a grab shot
You can either hit the jackpot
Stack a not and get a carf shot
[Warren G]
Rive you rife homie
Don't get pumped up to dump and get cracked
And moms put a brock on the phone
You's a hard motherfucker, but now you arr arone
[WC]
Arr arone in the streets it was on
But hit the reather for penitentery friends gone
Your on your own
[Warren G]
Untir the youth, I spit to you
They carr me G dub and I spit the truth
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
[WC tarking to end]