Prince Igor - Sissel&Warren G.

Warren G

Sissel

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Prince Igor - Sissel&Warren G. 歌词

Prince Igor - Warren G/Sissel

Warren G. top dog

Patrolling the beach

Riggers say they hard as bricks

But they soft as a peach

Climbing the G of all G's

Please

I come blowing through like the breeze

Sitting on the threes

Post it coast it and mash it down

Pacific coast in the bomb chrome rims

Black on black Yukon

With nuts hanging from the city

Where the bangers be banging

It don't seem like sh*t is changing

I hollered at a homey the other day

G'd up at the park

Sipping alisay

One of the homies took a beating

So now we'll start to be a gang

Checking at the meeting

Life cycles repeating

It's just another sunset fall and see

I can hear the homies that pass

Calling me

And you know what I discover

What they keep saying

Keep your mind and your

And shake busters

Uletaj na kryl'jach vetra

Ty v kraj rodnoj rodnaja pesnya nasha

Tuda gde my lubya svobodno peli

Gde bylo tak privol'no nam s toboju

Have you ever sold millions

But yet you niggers persist to talk sh*t

Get off my

Ya never catch me slipping

Rolling with the heat

Slap the clipping

I never thought the world

Would start tripping

My life's a though

Hit the crypto

Blow the whistle

They think I bang

So I pack a pistol

Warren to the G is a G

I don't f**k with you nigga

So don't f**k with me

Let's ride to the east side

Slide like a fo

I pack a 44

When I'm stepping out dough

To the bang to the boogie

If I speak then I spoke

Warren G you do it every time

Till ya low

Get the party lit

Like blazing smoke

The east side of the beach

West side of the coast

You know the niggers that arrive

With hogs

Attack dogs

To say niggers are down to die

Uletaj na kryl'jach vatra

Ty why kraj rodnoj rodnaja pesnma nasa

Tuda gde my lebja svobodno peli

Gde bylo tak privol'no nam s'toboju

Who's the man

I've been from London to Japan

Stomp land to land

And to the Egyptian sands

You can't check me

Disrespect me

Ya mock me up

With the bass bumping 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

Cause trying to match'll get you down

Every time

I ain't trying to hurt nobody

But I'm down for mine

Biatch

Money over power

Power over money

Money over power

Biatch biatch

Uletaj na kryl'jach vatra

Ty why kraj rodnoj rodnaja pesnma nasa

Tuda gde my lebja svobodno peli

Gde bylo tak privol'no nam s'toboju

Uletaj na kryl'jach vatra

Ty why kraj rodnoj rodnaja pesnma nasa

Tuda gde my lebja svobodno peli

Gde bylo tak privol'no nam s'toboju