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 |