What We Go Through歌词

作词 : Edwards, Griffin, Stamps
(What's up Warren G )
What's happenin I'm just chillin you know
Checkin my game you dig you know
Trippin off these fools around the situation

You know it's like that

I went from hustlin
And slangin to bustin and bangin
I got to keep it real
So **** not cursin when I'm sangin
Now let me tell y'all about this ****
Went down the other nite
Me and the doggs see some ******
Just caught up in da hype

Tryin to ride and get by like da FBI

Cause we know bout them hk's
They right outside
But we never knew y'all had a clue
Bout what we go through
So tell how the **** could you speak on my crew
I went from dirt to large work
Like boatloads of keys
It's hard work and it hurts
To live life on ya knees
So God please have a lil mercy on my soul
What my eyes see my mind
Think my hand should hold
The outcome of these actions
Warm hearts turn cold

Lil snake tryin to blast me
Wit the gun he stole
We hang out banged out
Same route as the day before
Blessed wit perception
But don't know how my days a go
Could see my ***** hittin
Wit some pay a few days ago
Blaze up a flow sit watch my paper grow

Cautious in case ****** wanna cross this
But they can't cross me I'm way too flossy
Out here makin millions

All in wit the villians
Let's turn these millions to trillions

I've seen it all pop slow unfold and go
Now it's time to get mo' dough ya know
I play unda tha wrath a thunder

Electric shocks hot as da summer
More foul than funner gun ya
In the open range man it seems strange
Even sometimes deranged inside my brain
I hold the key identify then flee

Every MC close to me
Cause I'm supposed to be
All in wit my chips (*****)
I'm all in with the crips and bloods
Grips for thugs I nudge
The homey on his shoulda

Cuz every day I'm gettin older

As the world turns and gets colder

Laid back I shot me sumpin

Perfec from dynamic bangin G-Funk
Well I moved from the East to the West
Word on the street ****** wanna test

But these MC's is scared to buck
Plus they talk too much
And smoke too many blunts
You ****** 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'
While ya Goin Back To Cali
Watch how you flow
Now ya know about this Warren G Era
G-Funk terror look into tha mirror
And what you see is the don of the company

(Warren G Warren Warren
Warren's to tha G)
You still see what I see

All of the homies in the LB
Sittin back and we makin the cash
Warren G Perfec Hershey Locc and Bad Ass
And we never knew you had
Clue of what we go through

So how in tha **** could y'all speak of our crew
Ya thought this ya thought that
We thought y'all should laid back
Yeah it's like that for me it's like that
I say we never knew you had clue
Of what we go through
So how in tha **** could
Y'all speak of our crew
Ya thought this ya thought that
We thought y'all should laid back
Yeah it's like that for me it's like that
Sittin back and we makin the cash
It's Warren Perfec Hershey Loc and Bad Ass

Sittin back and we makin the cash
It's Warren Perfec Hershey Loc and Bad Ass

Ya know what I'm sayin Warren G
With my homeboy from the pound Hershey Locc

And the homey Perfec

Ya know what I'm sayin and Mr Badass
And that's how we doin it fool yeah

We ain't bangin on wacks *****

We doin it like we should be fool

Yeah