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WARREN G lyrics : "This Gangsta Shit Is Too Much"

(feat. Butch Cassidy)
1, 2, 1, 2, yeah
All yeah, we doing it like that

We flip that, uh
More in the crib
Dru, yeah, D-Funk allstars

Thats how we do it, G-Funk, yeah

[Warren G]

What's y'all thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit
Too much smokin' that Sherman %#@!
I learned this from the best, and got y'all sprung

The, the doctor, Andre Young
Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me
Going hard on the yard, 'till me dogs bailed me

They tells me, I can't precede with it
I came back and got ole G'd with it
We get crunk, spit it when we drunk

Commited to that %#@!, that makes the gangstas stump
Chumps can try, if they choose to to
With these locs love my dogs like the Blues Clues

So excuse you, I'm the reason for the fame
And all of a sudden, you ain't believing in the name
What? Butch Cassidy, show 'em what we working with


[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
This gangsta %#@! is too much

Don't be suckas, can't touch
It's working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYC
Warren G, with the gangsta three's, oooh wee!


[Warren G]
And the win, on the 7-10 southbound

Duece and gin, getting guzzled down by the mouth now
Smashing a hundred in the car pool
Thats the type of thing that hogs do

My concern ain't the fame, I hope you know that
Status: millionaire, still don't show that
Go back to where I was raised

On the porch is where they got braids, never not afraid
To test my shot, drop a hundred dollar fade
Holla, don't be a major see me in the hood

Off TV, totally un-Hollywood
Still to the good and you know that
Still with me, still when you show that

And Big Snoop Dogg we gonna blow that
Still with it, we all say that we real with it
Until bustas reveal, how we really did it


[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]


[Warren G]
So what's crackin' now
Got these haters actin' now

Backin' down to this gangsta sound
Westcoast circus clowns
It's on purpose how I spit rounds

You trying to get down
Abnorm with the form, swarming heated
Hitting fools glocks like we got cheated

Repeated simotaneously
I'm bringing bangers with me
So hopefully, moves can be made

We can all get paid, relax in the shade
Sun, snow, it really don't matter
We can all make dough

Eastcoast, westcoast, midwest, dirty south
And big heads, is what I'm all about
And big heads, is what I'm all about

And big heads, is what I'm all about, fool

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

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