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Warren G - Текст песни Reality
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 it's 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 it's a tragedy
 Real niggaz, real shit, reality
 Warren G top dog, patrolin' the beach
 Niggaz say they 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 Pacific Coastin'
 The bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon
 With nuts hangin' from the city
 Where the bangers 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, the past callin' me
 And you know what I discovered, what they keep saying
 Keep your mind on your money muthafuckers and shake busters
 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 it's 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 it's a tragedy
 Real niggaz, real shit, reality
 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 meWarren G - Reality - http://ru.motolyrics.com/warren-g/reality-lyrics.html
 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 he do it every time to you Locc
 Get the party beat like blaze and smoke
 The east side at 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
 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 it's 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 it's a tragedy
 Real niggaz, real shit, reality
 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 'cuz trying to mash
 Will get you done every time
 I ain't trying to hurt nobody but I'm down for mine
 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 it's 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 it's a tragedy
 Real niggaz, real shit, reality
 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 it's 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 it's a tragedy
 Real niggaz, real shit, reality










