What We Go Through - Warren G

Whats happenin?

I’m just chillin, you know

Checkin my game you dig, you know

Trippin off these fools around this situation here, you know its like that

I went from hustlin and slangin' to bustin and bangin

I got to keep it real, so fuck not cursin when I’m sangin'

Now let me tell y’all about this shit, went down the other night

Me and the doggs see some niggas, just caught up in the hype

Tryin to ride and get by like the 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 fuck 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 with the gun he stole

We hang out, banged out, same route as the day before

Blessed with perception, but don’t know how my days a go

Could see my nigga hittin' with some pay, a few days ago

Blaze up a flow, sit watch my paper grow

Cautious, in case niggas wanna cross this

But they can’t cross me, I’m way too flossy

Out here making millions

All in with 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 under the wrath of thunder

Electric shocks hot as the 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 with my chips (nigga)

I’m all in with the crips and bloods

Grips for thugs, I nudge

The homie on his shoulder, cause every day I’m getting older

As the world turns and gets colder

Laid back I shot me sumpin', Perfec from dynamic, banging G-Funk

Well I moved from the East to the West

Word on the street, niggas wanna test

But these MC’s, is scared to buck

Plus they talk too much and smoke too many blunts

You fucking rookies

Sweet as Mr. Smith’s cookies

Ya hate me one minute and the next ya wanna buck me

He sent a ho, in the back seat of my fo'

While ya Going Back To Cali, watch how you flow

Now ya know, about this Warren G Era

G-Funk terror, look into the mirror

And what you see is the don of the company

That nigga, (Warren, Warren, Warren to the G)

Do 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 Azz

And we never knew you had clue of what we go through

So how in the fuck 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, homie it’s like that

Sittin back, and we makin the cash

It’s Warren, Perfec, Hershey Loc and Bad Azz

Sittin back, and we makin the cash

It’s Warren, Perfec, Hershey Loc and Bad Azz

Ya know what I’m sayin Warren G

With my homeboy from the pound Hershey Locc

And the homie Perfec, ya know what I’m saying and Mr. Bad Azz

That’s how we doing it fool, yeah

We ain’t bangin on wacks nigga

Yeah we doing it like we should be fool, yeah