| Song | Prince Igor - Radio Edit |
| Artist | Sissel |
| Artist | Warren G |
| Artist | The Rapsody |
| Album | De Beste 1986 - 2006 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Verse 1 (Warren G): | |
| Warren G top dog | |
| Patrolling the beach | |
| Niggaz say they hard as bricks | |
| But they as soft as a peach | |
| Claiming the G of all G's | |
| Please, I come blowing through like the breeze | |
| Sittin' on the threes | |
| Post it coast it mashing down Pacific coast | |
| And the bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon | |
| With nuts hangin' from the city where the bangers be bangin' | |
| It don't seem like shit is changin' | |
| I hollered at the homie the other day | |
| G'd up at the park sippin' Alizé | |
| One of the homies took a beatin' | |
| So now it's be in a gang checkin' at the meetin' | |
| Life cycles repeatin' | |
| It's just another sunset fallin' to sea | |
| I can hear the homies the past calling me | |
| And you know what I've discovered | |
| What they keep saying: | |
| Keep your mind on the money, | |
| Mutha Fuckers, to shake busters | |
| Chorus, in Russian (Sissel Kyrkjeb): | |
| Улетай на крыльях ветра | |
| Ты в край родной, родная песня наша, | |
| Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели, | |
| Где было так привольно нам с тобою. | |
| Verse 2 (Warren G): | |
| Have you ever sold millions? | |
| But yet you niggaz persist and talk shit | |
| Get off my dick | |
| You'll never catch me slippin' | |
| Rollin' with the heats | |
| Slap da clippin' | |
| I never thought the world'd start trippin' | |
| My life's a trypto | |
| Hit the crypto | |
| Blow the whistle | |
| They think I bang | |
| So I'll pack a pistol | |
| Warren to the G is a G | |
| I don't fuck with you nigga | |
| So don't fuck with me | |
| With me let's ride | |
| To the East side | |
| Slide like a fo | |
| I packs a fo-fo | |
| When I'm steppin' outdo's | |
| To the bang to the boogie | |
| If I speak then I spoke | |
| Warren G'll do it every time to you low | |
| Get the party yeah | |
| Like blazing smoke | |
| The East side of the beach | |
| West side the coast | |
| You know the niggaz that I rock with hogs | |
| Attack dogs that say niggaz are down to die | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| Verse 3 (Warren G): | |
| Who's the man? | |
| I've been from London to Japan | |
| Stomp land to land | |
| To the Egyptian sands | |
| You can't check me, disrespect me | |
| You mock me up | |
| With the bass thumpin' out my truck | |
| And all this police trying to lock me up | |
| Money rules the world and I've made the loot | |
| So don't make me shoot | |
| Cos tryin' to match you | |
| Gets you done every time | |
| I ain't tryin' to hurt nobody | |
| But I'm down for mine | |
| Biatch | |
| Money over power | |
| Power over money | |
| Money over power | |
| Power over money | |
| Money over power | |
| Power over money | |
| Money over power | |
| Power over money | |
| Money over power | |
| Biatch, biatch | |
| Repeat Chorus 2 times |
| Verse 1 Warren G: | |
| Warren G top dog | |
| Patrolling the beach | |
| Niggaz say they hard as bricks | |
| But they as soft as a peach | |
| Claiming the G of all G' s | |
| Please, I come blowing through like the breeze | |
| Sittin' on the threes | |
| Post it coast it mashing down Pacific coast | |
| And the bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon | |
| With nuts hangin' from the city where the bangers be bangin' | |
| It don' t seem like shit is changin' | |
| I hollered at the homie the other day | |
| G' d up at the park sippin' Alize | |
| One of the homies took a beatin' | |
| So now it' s be in a gang checkin' at the meetin' | |
| Life cycles repeatin' | |
| It' s just another sunset fallin' to sea | |
| I can hear the homies the past calling me | |
| And you know what I' ve discovered | |
| What they keep saying: | |
| Keep your mind on the money, | |
| Mutha Fuckers, to shake busters | |
| Chorus, in Russian Sissel Kyrkjeb: | |
| , , | |
| , , | |
| . | |
| Verse 2 Warren G: | |
| Have you ever sold millions? | |
| But yet you niggaz persist and talk shit | |
| Get off my dick | |
| You' ll never catch me slippin' | |
| Rollin' with the heats | |
| Slap da clippin' | |
| I never thought the world' d start trippin' | |
| My life' s a trypto | |
| Hit the crypto | |
| Blow the whistle | |
| They think I bang | |
| So I' ll pack a pistol | |
| Warren to the G is a G | |
| I don' t fuck with you nigga | |
| So don' t fuck with me | |
| With me let' s ride | |
| To the East side | |
| Slide like a fo | |
| I packs a fofo | |
| When I' m steppin' outdo' s | |
| To the bang to the boogie | |
| If I speak then I spoke | |
| Warren G' ll do it every time to you low | |
| Get the party yeah | |
| Like blazing smoke | |
| The East side of the beach | |
| West side the coast | |
| You know the niggaz that I rock with hogs | |
| Attack dogs that say niggaz are down to die | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| Verse 3 Warren G: | |
| Who' s the man? | |
| I' ve been from London to Japan | |
| Stomp land to land | |
| To the Egyptian sands | |
| You can' t check me, disrespect me | |
| You mock me up | |
| With the bass thumpin' out my truck | |
| And all this police trying to lock me up | |
| Money rules the world and I' ve made the loot | |
| So don' t make me shoot | |
| Cos tryin' to match you | |
| Gets you done every time | |
| I ain' t tryin' to hurt nobody | |
| But I' m down for mine | |
| Biatch | |
| Money over power | |
| Power over money | |
| Money over power | |
| Power over money | |
| Money over power | |
| Power over money | |
| Money over power | |
| Power over money | |
| Money over power | |
| Biatch, biatch | |
| Repeat Chorus 2 times |
| Verse 1 Warren G: | |
| Warren G top dog | |
| Patrolling the beach | |
| Niggaz say they hard as bricks | |
| But they as soft as a peach | |
| Claiming the G of all G' s | |
| Please, I come blowing through like the breeze | |
| Sittin' on the threes | |
| Post it coast it mashing down Pacific coast | |
| And the bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon | |
| With nuts hangin' from the city where the bangers be bangin' | |
| It don' t seem like shit is changin' | |
| I hollered at the homie the other day | |
| G' d up at the park sippin' Alizé | |
| One of the homies took a beatin' | |
| So now it' s be in a gang checkin' at the meetin' | |
| Life cycles repeatin' | |
| It' s just another sunset fallin' to sea | |
| I can hear the homies the past calling me | |
| And you know what I' ve discovered | |
| What they keep saying: | |
| Keep your mind on the money, | |
| Mutha Fuckers, to shake busters | |
| Chorus, in Russian Sissel Kyrkjeb: | |
| , , | |
| , , | |
| . | |
| Verse 2 Warren G: | |
| Have you ever sold millions? | |
| But yet you niggaz persist and talk shit | |
| Get off my dick | |
| You' ll never catch me slippin' | |
| Rollin' with the heats | |
| Slap da clippin' | |
| I never thought the world' d start trippin' | |
| My life' s a trypto | |
| Hit the crypto | |
| Blow the whistle | |
| They think I bang | |
| So I' ll pack a pistol | |
| Warren to the G is a G | |
| I don' t fuck with you nigga | |
| So don' t fuck with me | |
| With me let' s ride | |
| To the East side | |
| Slide like a fo | |
| I packs a fofo | |
| When I' m steppin' outdo' s | |
| To the bang to the boogie | |
| If I speak then I spoke | |
| Warren G' ll do it every time to you low | |
| Get the party yeah | |
| Like blazing smoke | |
| The East side of the beach | |
| West side the coast | |
| You know the niggaz that I rock with hogs | |
| Attack dogs that say niggaz are down to die | |
| Repeat Chorus | |
| Verse 3 Warren G: | |
| Who' s the man? | |
| I' ve been from London to Japan | |
| Stomp land to land | |
| To the Egyptian sands | |
| You can' t check me, disrespect me | |
| You mock me up | |
| With the bass thumpin' out my truck | |
| And all this police trying to lock me up | |
| Money rules the world and I' ve made the loot | |
| So don' t make me shoot | |
| Cos tryin' to match you | |
| Gets you done every time | |
| I ain' t tryin' to hurt nobody | |
| But I' m down for mine | |
| Biatch | |
| Money over power | |
| Power over money | |
| Money over power | |
| Power over money | |
| Money over power | |
| Power over money | |
| Money over power | |
| Power over money | |
| Money over power | |
| Biatch, biatch | |
| Repeat Chorus 2 times |