Prince Igor Lyrics - Singles - Warren G

"Fly on the wings of the wind 

to the homeland, our home song 

where we sang freely loving 

where me and you felt so freely" 

Warren G. top dog 

Patrolling the beach 

Riggers say they hard as bricks 

But they soft as a peach 

Climbin the G of all G's 

Please 

I come 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 shit 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 

Motherfuckers 

And shake busters 

Uletaj na kryl'jach vetra 

Ty V kraj rodnoj, rodnaja pesnya nasha 

Tuda gde my lubya svobodno peli 

Gde bylo tak privol'no nam s toboju 

Have you ever sold millions 

But yet you niggas persist to talk shit 

Get off my dick 

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 fuck with you nigga 

So don't fuck 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 niggas that arrive 

With hogs 

Attack dogs 

To say niggas are down to die 

With motherfucker 

Uletaj na kryl'jach vatra 

Ty why kraj rodnoj, rodnaja pesnma nasa 

Tuda gde my lebja svobodno peli 

Gde bylo tak privol'no nam s'toboju 

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 truck 

And all these police tryin to lock me up 

Money rules 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 

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 

Uletaj na kryl'jach vatra 

Ty why kraj rodnoj, rodnaja pesnma nasa 

Tuda gde my lebja svobodno peli 

Gde bylo tak privol'no nam s'toboju 

Uletaj na kryl'jach vatra 

Ty why kraj rodnoj, rodnaja pesnma nasa 

Tuda gde my lebja svobodno peli 

Gde bylo tak privol'no nam s'toboju