Warren top dog 
 Patrollin the beach 
 Niggaz say they as hard as [bad word] 
 But they're as soft as a peach 
 Claimin the of all G's 
 Please, [bad word] blowin through like 
 the breeze 
 Sittin on threes 
 Post it, Coastin mashing down 
 Pacific Coast and 
 The bomb chrome rims black on 
 black Yukon 
 With nuts hangin' from the city 
 Where the bangers is being banging 
 it dont seem like [bad word] is changing 
 I holla'd at the homey the other day 
 G'd up at the park sippin alisah 
 One of the homeys took a beaten 
 So now we spend at being a gang 
 of checking at the meetin like cycles 
 repeatin 
 It's just another sunset fall in sea 
 I can hear the homeys in the past 
 callin me 
 And you know what I discovered 
 What they keep saying 
 Keep your mind on 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 niggaz persist to talk [bad word] 
 Get off my [bad word] 
 You never catch me 
 slipping 
 Rollin with the heat, slap the clip in 
 I never thought the world would started 
 trippin 
 My life is a trip, though 
 Hit the crip though 
 Blow the whistle 
 They think I bang 
 So I packed a pistol 
 Warren to tha is a 
 I don't [bad word] with you [bad word] 
 So don't [bad word] with me 
 Let's ride to the Eastside 
 Slide like a fo 
 I packs a fo-fo 
 When I'm steppin out doors 
 To the bang to the buggy 
 If I speak then I spoke 
 Warren do it every time till 
 ya low 
 Get the party hit like blaze and 
 smoke 
 The Eastside and the beach 
 West side of the coast 
 You know the niggaz that I ride with 
 Hogs, attack dogs 
 the same niggaz I'm 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 
 To the Egyptian sands 
 You can't check me 
 Disrespect me 
 Or mop me up 
 With the bass bumpin' out my [bad word] 
 And all these police trying to lock me up 
 [bad word] the world 
 And I made the loot 
 So don't make me shoot 
 Cuz trying to mash 
 Will get you done every time 
 I ain't trying to hurt nobody 
 But I'm down for mine 

 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. 

 (money over power, power over money, 
 money over power...)