1, 2, 1, 2, yeah

All yeah, we doing it like that

We flip that, uh

More in the crib

Dru, yeah, D-Funk all stars

That's how we do it, G-Funk, yeah What's y'all thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit

Too much smokin' that Sherman ***

I learned this from the best, and got y'all sprung

The, the doctor, Andre Young Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me

Going hard on the yard, 'til me dogs bailed me

They tells me, I can't precede with it

I came back and got ole G'd with it We get crunk, spit it when we drunk

Committed to that ***, that makes the gangstas stump

Chumps can try, if they choose to

With these locs love my dogs like the Blues Clues So excuse you, I'm the reason for the fame

And all of a sudden, you ain't believing in the name

What? Butch Cassidy

Show 'em what we working with Gangsta *** is too much

(Gangsta, gangsta)

Don't be suckas, can't touch

(Can't touch)

It's working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYC

Warren G with the gangsta three's, ooh wee

(You know gangsta) And the win, on the 7-10 southbound

Deuce and gin, getting guzzled down by the mouth now

Smashing a hundred in the car pool

That's the type of thing that hogs do My concern ain't the fame, I hope you know that

Status, millionaire, still don't show that

Go back to where I was raised

On the porch is where they got braids, never not afraid To test my shot, drop a hundred dollar fade

Holla, don't be a major see me in the hood

Off TV, totally un-Hollywood

Still to the good and you know that Still with me, still when you show that

And Big Snoop Dogg we gonna blow that

Still with it, we all say that we real with it

Until bustas reveal, how we really did it Gangsta *** is too much

(Gangsta, gangsta)

Don't be suckas, can't touch

(Can't touch)

It's working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYC

Warren G with the gangsta three's, ooh wee So what's crackin' now, got these haters actin' now

Backin' down to this gangsta sound

West coast circus clowns, it's on purpose how I spit 'rounds

You trying to get down Abnorm with the form, swarming heated

And hitting fools glocks like we got cheated

Repeated simultaneously

I'm bringing bangers with me So hopefully, moves can be made

We can all get paid, relax in the shade

Sun, snow, it really don't matter, we can all make dough

East Coast, West Coast, Midwest, dirty South And big heads, is what I'm all about

And big heads, is what I'm all about

And big heads, is what I'm all about

Fool, yeah Gangsta *** is too much

(Gangsta, gangsta)

Don't be suckas, can't touch

(Can't touch)

It's working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYC

Warren G with the gangsta three's, ooh wee Gangsta *** is too much

(Gangsta, gangsta)

Don't be suckas, can't touch

(Can't touch)

It's working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYC

Warren G with the gangsta three's, ooh wee