Lyrics:

(feat. Mista Grimm, Nate Dogg)



[Warren G]

Waiting around a crew of thugs

That parade in blue, and yelling cuz (whats up cuz)

Ate by selling drugs

'38 snub in the waist, in case fools lose love

These days still the same

I can steal the flame, eyes kill with the pain

So I advise y'all to chill with the games

Entertain for the cheddar and the change

So fuck whoever, in the fame, forever a man

Around my dogs, banging the pound, swanging the town

How we choose, now I'm aggravated and assault is my next move

Success means issues, so I guess it's time for me to disclude

Handle mines, we use pistols

G's move with the conscience

When we disaprove of that nonsense

Ex-cons with that gangsta gangsta gangsta shit

Here come another hit



[Chorus: Nate Dogg]

I think it's time we do it, they said it couldn't be done

Still we making paper, still we having fun

I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G

Tightest combination, in the industry

Here comes another one



[Mista Grimm]

I can see us smashing up the shore past laws thats lost

2000 Ucon Excel, duel exhaust

TV screen, DVD, E-mail

Passenger, bad female, what the hell

Stash spot, with the hollow head shell

Niggas start trippin, I'm on the next tail

Hands free, callin' up my nigga Warren G

I pull strings, like Mya Landske

Bulletproof, emotint you can't see

Mr. G rollin' up weed, afghany sensee

Bad MC, Mike Fiend, you the know spinage

Like wintergreenmint, talk shit

Sleep with the fish, you cement

New residence, with no hesitance

It gets tints on the floor

Staple center chick, next to Denzel and Nicholsen

Phil Jackson whistlin'



[Chorus]



[Warren G]

Mean mugs in the club, mean nothing to us

In South scene, me and the team trying to fuck us some sluts

Dying to fuck, I chuck us when we step through

Poppin' our collars, with our nephews

Next to you, you got millionaires moving

Hitting the dance floor, stealing their groovin'

Doing they damn thing, and ain't worried about a damn thing

But man, thats the celebrity ways

Poppin' a litty got some rappers scared of these days

Industry ways, thats how Hollywood pays

Uh, top dollar when I dip my Impala

In front of the club, make your woman wanna holla (holla)

At a playa though, what's your dude yo

I keep it gangsta, I ain't trying to be rude hoe

Oh, you know how that shit go

Or give when cats get fed off the four or fifths



[Chorus]