What We Go Through Lyrics - Take A Look Over Your Shoulder - Warren G

Whats up Warren G? 

Whats happenin? I'm just chillin, you know 

Checkin my game you dig, you know 

Trippin off these fools around this situation here, you know its like that 

I went from hustlin and slangin' to bustin and bangin 

I got to keep it real, so fuck not cursin when I'm sangin' 

Now let me tell y'all about this shit, went down the other night 

Me and the doggs see some niggas, just caught up in the hype 

Tryin to ride and get by like the FBI 

Cause we know bout them hk's, they right outside 

But we never knew y'all had a clue bout what we go through 

So tell how the fuck could you speak on my crew 

I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keys 

It's hard work and it hurts to live life on ya knees 

So God please have a lil' mercy on my soul 

What my eyes see, my mind think, my hand should hold 

The outcome of these actions warm hearts turn cold 

Lil' snake tryin' to blast me with the gun he stole 

We hang out, banged out, same route as the day before 

Blessed with perception, but don't know how my days a go 

Could see my nigga hittin' with some pay, a few days ago 

Blaze up a flow, sit watch my paper grow 

Cautious, in case niggas wanna cross this 

But they can't cross me, I'm way too flossy 

Out here making millions 

All in with the villians 

Let's turn these millions to trillions 

I've seen it all pop slow unfold, and go 

Now it's time to get mo' dough, ya know 

I play under the wrath of thunder 

Electric shocks hot as the summer 

More foul than funner, gun ya 

In the open range, man it seems strange 

Even sometimes deranged inside my brain 

I hold the key, identify then flee 

Every MC close to me 

Cause I'm supposed to be all in with my chips (nigga) 

I'm all in with the crips and bloods 

Grips for thugs, I nudge 

The homie on his shoulder, cause every day I'm getting older 

As the world turns and gets colder 

Laid back I shot me sumpin', Perfec from dynamic, banging G-Funk 

Now I blew from the East to the West 

Word on the street, niggas wanna test 

But these MC's, is scared to buck 

Plus they talk too much and smoke too many blunts 

You fucking rookies 

Sweet as Mr. Smith's cookies 

Ya hate me one minute and the next ya wanna buck me 

He sent a ho, in the back seat of my fo' 

While ya Going Back To Cali, watch how you flow 

Now ya know, about this Warren G Era 

G-Funk terror, look into the mirror 

And what you see is the don of the company 

That nigga, (Warren, Warren, Warren to the G) 

You still see, what I see 

All of the homies in the LB 

Sittin back, and we makin the cash 

Warren G, Perfec, Hershey Locc and Bad Ass 

And we never knew you had clue of what we go through 

So how in the fuck could y'all speak of our crew 

Ya thought this, ya thought that, we thought y'all should laid back 

Yeah it's like that, for me it's like that 

And we never knew you had clue of what we go through 

So how in the fuck could y'all speak of our crew 

Ya thought this, ya thought that, we thought y'all should laid back 

Yeah it's like that, for me it's like that 

Sittin back, and we makin the cash 

It's Warren G, Perfec, Hershey Loc and Bad Ass 

Sittin back,and we makin the cash 

It's Warren G, Perfec, Hershey Loc and Bad Ass 

Ya know what I'm sayin Warren G 

With my homeboy from the pound Hershey Locc 

And the homie Perfec, ya know what I'm saying and Mr. Badass 

That's how we doing it fool, yeah 

We ain't bangin on wax nigga 

Yeah we doing it like we should be fool, yeah