Lyrics:

Chorus:

It's kinda easy when you listen 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 that this DJ be Warren G



Can I get in where I fit in, sit in, listen

Let me conversate better yet regulate

Shake the spot with my knot, may fade

Cuz I don't like to dream about getting 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' to catch me but they can't. Wait

Damn, the street lights just came on

And my momma's on the streets tellin' me to come home

I hit the gate and I hops on my Schwinn

And I tell the homies, "aiight then", yeah



Chorus x2



Verse two, 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 Ana

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 mutha fucka eatin' Valupacks

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 mutha fucka



Chorus x2



Yeah, check dis out, dis is I'm O.G.L.B.

Know what I'm sayin? I'mon my little O.G. Warren G

And he just droppin dis to let you B.G.'s know

What's happen, y'all got to recognize

cuz this is ya know a Long Beach thang

21st Street, but check dis out

G gonna go out there, ya know what i'm sayin'?

And handle that shit ya know? yeah



Chorus x2



(Hey Greg, I hope yo' was tapin' that shit)