Lyrics:

[Chorus x2] I need a dope beat, a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G(I wanna) A dope beat(with my), a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G Y'all know me, the G from the 213 LBC, Regulatin, skatin' on all them Dayton's Bankin' back on them singles With the Henney's and the Jimmy's Like I'm all tall, short, and like dark, thick and skinny I'm a ladies' man, Mercedes and Proper ice, livin' nice, as far as gravy stands Ain't nuttin' changed, me and Snoop's still the same Plus Nate droppin' weight with the classic thang Now I remember way back, at the bachelor set Slip my brother, Dre, Snoopa tape it, put it in the deck The party started bangin' and they both shook hands And made it legitimate for the G-Funk Fans Now after that, they hit the top when The Chronic dropped Remember 187 on the motherfuckin' cop(I wanna) It's Still A G Thang (with my), where we hang and claim East Side 'til I die, or I rise to fame [Chorus x2] I need a dope beat, a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G(I wanna) A dope beat(with my), a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G I got my own style, I got my own pal If you don't know now, then nigga, you better slow down Spendin bills, bendin' wheels, people think I steal Puttin' cameras in my grill everywhere I chill Kick back, I spit facts, and twist our tracks Drank gin with The Twinz, see a bitch I mack Cuz if I ain't in the studio, I'm deep in the hood Anyway gettin' paid like Warren should Dre teachin' me to work a beat, now I'm bangin' And I been with platinum, now my album slangin' (I wanna) Hangin' with my G