Lyrics:

The blues has always been totally american

As american as apple pie

As american as the blues

As american as apple pie

The question is why?

Why should he blues be so at home here?

Well, america provided the atmosphere


You don't see what I see, every day as warren g

I take a look over my shoulder, as I get older

Gettin tired of mothafuckas sayin' 'warren I told ya'

(you don't hear what I hear)

But it's so hard to live through these years

With these funny-bunny niggaz, ain't shit changin

Got my mama wonderin if I'm gang-bangin

But I don't pay attention to these father figures

I just handle mine, and I'm rollin with my niggaz

Off to the vip, you see, snoop dogg and warren g

Unbelievable how time just flies

Right before your eyes, but you don't recognize

Now who's the real victim, can you answer that?

The nigga that's jackin, or the fool gettin' jacked (yeah)


(chorus)

You don't see what I see, every day as warren g

You don't hear what I hear

But it's so hard to live through these years

You don't see what I see, every day as warren g

You don't hear what I hear

But it's so hard to live through these years


Another sunny day, another bright blue sky -

Another day, another muthafucka die

These are the things I went through when I was growin up

There's only one hood, and niggas shit be throwin' up

And I knew it, there really ain't nothin' to it

Thinkin' every fool's gotta go through it

Now let's go back - (how far? ) back in time

Draggin to these hookas tryin to mack for mine

I remember when we all used to stop at the spot

Back then my nigga-name was snoop rock (huh)

It was all so clear

Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, then eighty-nine's the year

You say 'everywhere we roll, you can say we roll thick'

Way back then two-one-three was the click

Somethin' to stay paid I was just a young hog

Warren g, snoop rock and nate dogg


(chorus)

You don't see what I see, every day as warren g

You don't hear what I hear

But it's so hard to live through these years

You don't see what I see, every day as warren g

You don't hear what I hear

But it's so hard to live through these years


You make me wanna holler, get out the game

Too many muthafuckas know my name

While snoop dogg's servin' time up in wayside

I puts it down on the street, don't try to take mine

I had to reassure the homie that he wasn't alone

We'd talk, and him n nate'd conversate on the phone

He kept sayin, 'nigga, it won't be long

Before a little skinny nigga like me'll be home'

I said, 'snoop, things done change, it's not the same

We need to get about the game

Cuz we can get paid in a different way

Wit you kickin' dope rhymes and I dj'

Well as time goes past, slowly we try to make it

But things are gettin hectic, I just can't take it

Should I a: go back to slangin' dope?

Or should I b: maintain and try to cope?

Or should I c: just get crazy and wild?

But no I chose d: create the g-child

It's been on ever since with me and mista grimm

This shit is gettin so hectic that I can't even trust him now

What would you do for a warren g cut?

Would you act the fool and nut the fuck up?

Back the fuck up, act the fuck up?

Niggaz talk shit they get smacked the fuck up, straight up


(chorus then fade)

You don't see what I see, every day as warren g

You don't hear what I hear

But it's so hard to live through these years

You don't see what I see, every day as warren g

You don't hear what I hear

But it's so hard to live through these years