What's up, Negroes and Negrets? This your boy Warren J. You know what I'm saying, chillin' with the homeboy Mac-10. We gon' lay a little somethin' down for y'all, let y'all know what time it is, show you how we keepin' it real with it. You know, cause this world is built on material things. But we ain't trippin' off that. We want y'all to know that, so check it. I want it all, money, fast cars, diamond rings, gold chains, and champagne ***, every damn thing, I want it all. Houses, expenses, my own business, a truck, and a couple of bits, I want it all. Brand new socks and drawers, and I'm ballin' every time I stop and talk to y'all, I want it all, all, all, all, I want it all, all, all, all, all. They say they go O-R-N-G with that envious stare, I love this game too much, I wish these haters wasn't here. It's a shame, we came too far to turn back, it's a cold world, it gets so hard, you learn that from fallin'. Tryin' to walk from crawlin', tryin' to hustle up from broke to ballin', and yeah, y'all, in effect, that's on me to jigga-jeez it. All my niggas that keep it real and do it easy, believe me, young nigga, fat meat is greasy, and *** stink. So if you plod a lick and hit a bank, and get away, or get gaffled, the very next day, don't cry, hold your head up high, and remember what you told yourself, nigga. I said remember what you told yourself, nigga, I said remember what you told yourself, nigga, I said remember what you told yourself, nigga. I want it all, money, fast cars, dimer rings, gold chains, and champagne, ***, every damn thing, I want it all. Houses, expenses, my own business, a truck, and a couple of fences, I want it all. Brand new socks and drawers, and I'm ballin' every time I stop and talk to y'all. I want it all, all, all, all, I want it all, all, all, all, all. I want it all, so I gotta wake up and ball, and thanks to y'all, I got plaques on the wall. MAC-10 lace with the know-how to paper chase. Crush dice, throw my rollie face in the platinum fan base. From networking and hustling, no doubt I got clout. And let the lights out, and rob the lease, talk about it. Slow down, play it, and don't hate, cause you can't relate. To Bendy Cooke, and kicking gears on Harleys with the straights. I got more limelight than Vegas on cable. Willin' and able to shoot, seen no yo's at the *** table. And while you can't get off the ground, I'm gettin' high. A nigga fly and fly with the desire to build an empire. I strapped up and took flight like a missile. Told them loud and clear, it's a whistle. Who's banging is official. Handing out gold medallions at roll call. I'm a ball and never fall, cause MAC-10 want it all, what? I want it all. Money, fast cars, diamond rings, gold chains, and champagne. ***, every damn thing, I want it all. Houses, expenses, my own business, a truck, and a couple of bitches. I want it all. Brand new socks and drawers, and I'm ballin' every time I stop and talk to y'all. I want it all, all, all, all. I want it all, all, all, all, all. Me and 10 get paid, escapade to the spot. We hot, like rock served on hot blocks. I know this money make the world circulate. So we gon' stack and stack and take a sip and percolate. Bump, let the whoopers see. Shout to homies, love. Warrant to the G, and little G-Dub. Surface on the low, slot or don't slot at all. Ride or don't ride at all. Warrant, I couldn't be more serious about my fetty. I stay tight on the mic and keep the pen moving steady. I want it all, dawg, and it might be green. I hate to trip, but I got two little mouths to feed. They don't know nothin' about no excuses and disrespect. Or somebody being late with they daddy's royalty check. And at that point, I'm through talking, dawg, enough said. So if you're old Mac money, then I suggest you break free. I want it all. Money, fast cars, diamond rings, gold chains, and champagne. ***, every damn thing. I want it all. Houses, expenses, my own business, a truck key, and a couple of bitches. I want it all. Brand new socks and drawers, and I'm ballin' every time I stop and talk to y'all. I want it all, all, all, all. I want it all, all, all, all, all. I want it all. Money, fast cars, diamond rings, gold chains, and champagne. ***, every damn thing. I want it all. Houses, expenses, my own business, a truck key, and a couple of bitches. I want it all. Brand new socks and drawers, and I'm ballin' every time I stop and talk to y'all. I want it all, all, all, all. I want it all, all, all, all, all. Mac Ken, what up? I know the paper's out there. Yo. Warren G, what up? You know the paper's out there. G-Funk, what up? You know the paper's out there. That's right. What? Pooh Bang, what up? We know the paper's out there. That's right. What? The whole world. Paper's out there. You know, and I appreciate you kind of swooping me up, man, to let me kick it with you just for a little minute, minute. It's all good. Yeah. Don't forget about it, brother, man. Yeah. I ain't talking about no money. Just period, because we all got love for you. Right, right. We all got love. And we support the Warren G mood. Yeah. Yeah. It's all good. Cut.