This D.j.

Warren G

Intro/Chorus: Warren G




It's kind of easy when you're listening to the G-Dub sound



Pioneer speakers bumpin as I smoke on a pound



I got the sound fo yo' ass and it's easy to see



*singing* That this D.J. be Warren G




Verse One: Warren G




Can I get in where I fit in? Sit in, listen (uh-huh)



Let me conversate better yet Regulate



Shake the spot with my knot, may fade



Cause I don't like to dream about gettin paid



I played ball through the halls, of C-I-S



with Snoop Dogg's big brother, call him Dirty Left



Rack em up crack em up stack em up against the gate



The homies tryin ta catch me but they cain't, wait



Damn, the street lights just came on!



And my momma's in the streets tellin me to come home



I hit the gate and I hops on my Schwinn



And I tell the homies, "Aight then," yeah




Chorus 2X




Verse Two: Warren G




Verse two, (uh-huh), now what the fuck I do?



Catch the bus to Cal State, or chill with the Voltron crew



and make a few ends on the side



Here comes a baby blue van, time to ride



So I hops in the van with my nigga Tick



And Baby Poppa back then, that was my click



We groovin to Santa Anna



and we plan-on, makin hellafied mount of money (hell yeah)



And what I did for extra fees



was break niggaz after work playin get like me



I was fourteen years old, havin a sack



Just a young motherfucker eatin ValuPaks



Shootin dice in the corners of the public schools



And I used to gangbang, but now it's a G Thang



And I still know how to make those ends



You don't believe me, go ask the Twinz motherfucker




Chorus 2X




Outro: O.G.L.B.




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