(feat. Butch Cassidy)

1, 2, 1, 2, yeah

All yeah, we doing it like that

We flip that, uh

More in the crib

Dru, yeah, D-Funk allstars

Thats how we do it, G-Funk, yeah



[Warren G]

What's y'all thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit

Too much smokin' that Sherman shit

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, 'till 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

Commited to that shit, that makes the gangstas stump

Chumps can try, if they choose to 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



[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

This gangsta shit is too much

Don't be suckas, can't touch

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

Warren G, with the gangsta three's, oooh wee!



[Warren G]

And the win, on the 7-10 southbound

Duece and gin, getting guzzled down by the mouth now

Smashing a hundred in the car pool

Thats 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