Lyrics:

[Intro Chorus: Warren G] It's kind of easy when you're listening to the G-Dub sound Pioneer speakers bumpin as I smoke on a pound I got the sound fo yo' ass and it's easy to see [singing] That this D.J. be Warren G [Verse One: Warren G] Can I get in where I fit in? Sit in, listen (uh-huh) Let me conversate better yet Regulate Shake the spot with my knot, may fade Cause I don't like to dream about gettin paid I played ball through the halls, of C-I-S with Snoop Dogg's big brother, call him Dirty Left Rack em up crack em up stack em up against the gate The homies tryin ta catch me but they cain't, wait Damn, the street lights just came on! And my momma's in the streets tellin me to come home I hit the gate and I hops on my Schwinn And I tell the homies, 'Aight then,' yeah [Chorus 2X] [Verse Two: Warren G] Verse two, (uh-huh), now what the fuck I do? Catch the bus to Cal State, or chill with the Voltron crew and make a few ends on the side Here comes a baby blue van, time to ride So I hops in the van with my nigga Tick And Baby Poppa back then, that was my click We groovin to Santa Anna and we plan-on, makin hellafied mount of money (hell yeah) And what I did for extra fees was break niggaz after work playin get like me I was fourteen years old, havin a sack Just a young motherfucker eatin ValuPaks Shootin dice in the corners of the public schools And I used to gangbang, but now it's a G Thang And I still know how to make those ends You don't believe me, go ask the Twinz motherfucker [Chorus 2X] [Outro: O.G.L.B.] Yeah, check dis out, this is I'm O.G.L