What U Wanna Do

歌詞

[From "True Crime: Streets Of LA" Soundtrack] (feat. RBX) [Intro: RBX] Once again The circle Continue to hit'chu with these massive hits Ya know We gon' do it somethin like this For all them busters out there Check this out [Hook x2: RBX] Hey We came here to ride Falling back to ready And set to collide Niggas you won't know my nephew died Suicide, it's a suicide [Verse 1: Warren G] I'm deadly as ever Ready for whatever Tryin'a keep my pockets heavy on the cheddar Got nothin to prove, just really expressin myself While y'all niggas in the studio stressin yaself Ya got to do it, so why not do it big? Drop the music, and spit fluid to they wig Under dig, I'm a split the game in half And leave 'em all mad, like Warren what'chu done did? Hey, we came here to ride Never slippin, Beretta sittin on my side Blaze up, cause I'm tryin'a raise up, and flow I came up, from broke, to papered up Don't test me, I bust like a twelve-gauge sawed-off And hoes jump on stage and rip they drawers off And I see through, all that's see through Make up a weave in ya head this evening, but hey [Hook] [Verse 2: Warren G] Sworn to the streets Born in the beach Armed with the heat Mourning my peeps Makin niggas respect mine I came to collect mine Comin through with the Tech-9 Lettin my neck shine Might let a nigga slide with a pass But next time, I might disconnect his neck from his spine Run up and catch him from behind and stretch him We squeeze triggas like ketchup Wet'cha whole stretch up Scared of the truth You fear it, don't wanna hear it Til' the Smithsons bust Then you listen up Cause I'm a tell it like it is Like it was, or like it always will be Give a fuck if you feel me [Hook] [Verse 3: Warren G] Who am I? W-A, double R, E-N to the motherfuckin G Suicide, niggas hang they self Might as well bend over, and finger-bang they self Sell they soul for the fame and wealth And end up broke and lonely Nobody to blame but'cha self But me, I keep it all business Cause this is business, can I get a witness? See I been chillin like a villain With a million and my children Plottin on revealin what the game been concealin I got a little older and learned a bit Applied the effort, and earned a grip Now I notice it's a hater, in every circle As I roll another Vega, heavy with purple Take a puff and inhale And hold it til' it gets stale In my chest, exhale my stress My nigga R-B-X [Hook]