Reality lyrics

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WARREN G lyrics : "Reality"

I don't know why they mad at me
They can't catch me but still they after me
When we deal face to face, is a tragedy

You ask why i got my gun they might blast at me
Real ^!$$%z, real %#@!, reality
Who gives a $#[email protected] if you ^!$$%z is mad at me

$#[email protected] around with Warren G its a tragedy
Real ^!$$%z, real %#@!, reality


Warren G top dog
Patrollin the beach
^!$$%z say they as hard as (*##$

But they're as soft as a peach
Claimin the G of all G's
Please

I come blowin through like the breeze
Sittin on threes
Post it

Coastin mashing down Pacfic Coastin
The bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon
With nuts hangin' from the city

Where the bangers is being banging
it dont seem like %#@! is changing
I holla'd at the homey the other day

G'ded up at the park sippin alisah
One of the homeys took a beaten
So now we spend at being a gang

of checking at the meetin like cycles repeatin
It's just another sunset fall in sea
I can here the homeys in the past callin me

And you know what i discovered
What they keep saying
Keep your mind on your money

mutha$#[email protected] and shake busters

[Chorus]


Have you ever sold millions
But yet you ^!$$%z persist to talk %#@!

Get of my dick
You never catch me slipping
Rollin with the heat

Slap the clip in
I never thought the world would started trippin
My life is a trip, though

Hit the crip though
Blow the whistle
They think i banged

So i packed a pistol
Warren to tha G is a G
I don't $#[email protected] with you ^!$$%

So don't $#[email protected] with me
Let's ride to the east side
Slide like a fo

I packs a fo-fo
When i'm steppin out doors
To the bang to the buggy

If i speak then i spoke
Warren G do it every time to you Locc
Get the party beat like blaze and smoke

The east side and the beach
West side of the coast
You know the ^!$$%z that i ride with

Hogs, attack dogs
the same ^!$$%z i'm down to die with mutha$#[email protected]


[Chours]

Who's the man

I've been from London to Japan
Stomp land to land
To the Egyptian sands

You can't check me
Dis-respect me
Or mop me up

With the base bumpin' out my truck
And all these police trying to lock me up
Money rules the world
And I made the loot
So don't make me shoot

Cuz trying to mash
Will get you done every time
I ain't trying to hurt nobody
But i'm down for mine


[Chorus]

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