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] biatch 

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...)