Verse 1 (Warren G): Warren G top dog Patrolling the beach ****** 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 **** 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 *******, 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 ****** persist and talk **** Get off my **** 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 **** with you ***** So don't **** 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 ****** that I rock with hogs Attack dogs that say ****** 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 ****** 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 **** 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 *******, 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 ****** persist and talk **** Get off my **** 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 **** with you ***** So don't **** 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 ****** that I rock with hogs Attack dogs that say ****** 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
