Warren G. top dog 
Patrolling the beach 
Riggers say they hard as bricks 
But they soft as a peach 
Climbin the of all G’s 
Please 
 [bad word] blowin through like the breeze 
Sitting on the threes 
Post it coast it and mash it down 
Pacific coast in the bomb chrome rims 
Black on black Yukon 
With nuts hangin from the city 
Where the bangers be bangin 
It don’t seem like [bad word] is changin 
I hollered at a homey the other day 
G’d up at the park 
Sippin Alisay 
One of the homies took a beatin 
So now we’ll start to be a gang 
Checkin at the meetin 
Life cycles repeatin 
It’s just another sunset fall and see 
I can hear the homies that pass 
Calling me 
And you know what I discover 
What they keep sayin 
Keep your mind and your money 
 [bad word] 
And shake busters 

Улетай на крыльях ветра
Ты в край родной, родная песня наша,
Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели,
Где было так привольно нам с тобою.

Have you ever sold millions 
But yet you [bad word] persist to talk [bad word] 
Get off my [bad word] 
Ya never catch me slippin 
Rollin with the heat 
Slap the clippin 
I never thought the world 
Would start trippin 
My life’s a though 
Hit the crypto 
Blow the whistle 
They think I bang 
So I pack a pistol 
Warren to the G. is a G. 
I don’t [bad word] with you [bad word] 
So don’t [bad word] with me 
Let’s ride to the East Side 
Slide like a fo 
I pack a 44 
When I’m steppin out dough 
To the bang to the boogie 
If I speak then I spoke 
Warren G. you do it every time 
Till ya low 
Get the party lit 
Like blazin smoke 
The East Side of the beach 
West side of the coast 
You know the [bad word] that arrive 
With hogs 
Attack dogs 
To say [bad word] are down to die 
With [bad word] 

Улетай на крыльях ветра
Ты в край родной, родная песня наша,
Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели,
Где было так привольно нам с тобою.

Who’s the man 
I’ve been from London to Japan 
Stomp land to land 
And to the Egyptian sands 
You can’t check me 
Disrespect me 
Ya mock me up 
With the bass bumping out my [bad word] 
And all these police tryin to lock me up 
 [bad word] the world 
And I made the loot 
So don’t make me shoot 
Cause trying to match’ll get you down 
Every time 
I ain’t trying to hurt nobody 
But I’m down for mine 
 [bad word] 

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 
 [bad word] [bad word] 

Улетай на крыльях ветра
Ты в край родной, родная песня наша,
Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели,
Где было так привольно нам с тобою.