Reality Lyrics - Take A Look Over Your Shoulder - Warren G

I don't know why they mad at me 

They can't catch me but still they after me 

When we deal face to face, is a tragedy 

You ask why i got my gun they might blast at me 

Real niggaz, real shit, reality 

Who gives a fuck if you niggaz is mad at me 

Fuck around with Warren G its a tragedy 

Real niggaz, real shit, reality 

Warren G top dog 

Patrollin the beach 

Niggaz say they as hard as bitch 

But they're as soft as a peach 

Claimin the G of all G's 

Please 

I come blowin through like the breeze 

Sittin on threes 

Post it 

Coastin mashing down Pacfic Coastin 

The bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon 

With nuts hangin' from the city 

Where the bangers is being banging 

it don't seem like shit is changing 

I holla'd at the homey the other day 

G'ded 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 here the homeys in the past callin me 

And you know what i discovered 

What they keep saying 

Keep your mind on your money 

muthafuckers and shake busters 

Chorus 

Have you ever sold millions 

But yet you niggaz persist to talk shit 

Get of my dick 

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 banged 

So i packed a pistol 

Warren to tha 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 packs a fo-fo 

When i'm steppin out doors 

To the bang to the buggy 

If i speak then i spoke 

Warren G do it every time to you Locc 

Get the party beat like blaze and smoke 

The east side 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 muthafucka 

Chours 

Who's the man 

I've been from London to Japan 

Stomp land to land 

To the Egyptian sands 

You can't check me 

Dis-respect me 

Or mop me up 

With the base bumpin' out my truck 

And all these police trying to lock me up 

Money rules the world 

And I made the loot 

So don't make me shoot 

'cause trying to mash 

Will get you done every time 

I ain't trying to hurt nobody 

But i'm down for mine 

Chorus