This D. J. Lyrics - Regulate...g Funk Era - 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. 

Yeah, check dis out, this is I'm o.g.l.b. 

Knowhati'msayin? I'm on my little o.g. warren g 

And he just droppin this to let you bg's know 

What's happen, y'all got to recognize 

Cause this is y'know a long beach thang 

21st street, but check this out 

G gonna go out there, yaknowhati'msayin? 

And handle that shit y'now? yeah 

Chorus 2x 

(hey greg, I hope you was tapin that shit!)