G-Funk Page #11

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[Warren G]

I said London!

[crowd cheering]

["Regulate" playing]

We want y'all to sing

this motherf***er

with us tonight, y'all.

[Casey Siemaszko]

We're damn good, too.

But you can't be

any geek off the street.

Gotta be handy with the steel,

if you know what I mean,

earn your keep.

Regulators! Mount up.

It was a clear black night

A clear white moon

Warren G was on the streets

Tryin' to consume

Some skirts for the eve

So I can get some funk

Rollin' in my ride

Chillin' all alone

Just hit the east side

Of the LBC

On a mission tryin'

To find Mr. Warren G

Seen a car full of girls

Ain't no need to tweak

All you hoes know what's up

It's 213

So I hooks a left

On 2-1 and Lewis

Some brothas shootin' dice

So I said let's do this

I jumped out the ride

And said what's up

Some brothas pulled some gats

So I said I'm stuck

These hoes peepin' me

I'ma glide and swerve

Was lookin' so hard

They straight hit the curb

Gonna think of better things

Than some horny tricks

I seen my homey and

Some niggas all in his mix

I'm gettin' jacked

I'm breakin' myself

I can't believe they're

Takin' Warren's wealth

They took my rings

They took my Rolex

I looked at the niggas,

Said damn what's next?

Got my homey hemmed up

And they all around

Ain't none of them

Seein' if they goin'

Straight pound for pound

I gotta come up real quick

Before they start to clown

I best pull out my strap

And lay them busters down

They got guns to my head

I think I'm goin' down

I can't believe this happened

In my hometown

If I had wings I would fly

Let me contemplate

I glanced in the cut

And I see my homey Nate

16 in the clip

And one in the hole

Nate Dogg is about to make

Some bodies turn cold

Now they droppin' and yellin'

It's a tad bit late

Nate Dogg and Warren G

Had to regulate

Just throw your hands

In the air

And wave 'em like you...

This documentary's

probably so important,

because G-Funk is three dudes,

singer, rapper, producer.

And from that friendship

spawned the careers

of a whole bunch of people

and made a whole lot of money

for a bunch of people,

and there'll never be

three dudes

like these guys ever again

in music.

As it should be.

213, baby!

Say oh yeah

I'm tweakin'

Into a whole era

G-Funk step to this

I dare ya

Funk on a whole new level

The rhythm is the bass

And the bass is the treble

Chords strings

We brings

Melody

G-Funk where rhythm is life

And life is rhythm

You know like I know.

Come on, y'all.

If you know like I know

You don't want to step

To this

It's the G-Funk era

Funked out

With a gangster twist

And if you smoke

Like I smoke

Then you're high

Like every day

And if your ass

Is a buster

213 will regulate

Nate Dogg, rest in peace.

[cheering fades]

Nobody

Does it better

Nobody

Does it better

They can come closer

than close

Yeah

Original,

they never will be

We bumpin'

from coast to coast

Yeah, yeah

We're just tryin'

to make you see

Nobody does it better

I was sittin' here

trippin'

My mind is blocked

Nate Dogg just bit it

so it's time to concoct

No monkey do it better

like this two-man crew

They say,

"We won ahead of quitters

Now what y'all gonna do?"

Always into something,

that's my name

Only out for money,

hey, 'cause that's the game

People always ask me

why I'm out for scratch

He who has the most

is he who won the match

Strike one,

me and Nate Dogg is a match

Strike two, make 'em stand

still in their tracks

Strike three,

you could call us, 213

It's the L and the B

that makes me act like a G

My exhibition started

back in '93

But when nobody listened

they were warmin' in me

To all the nonbelievers

now I bet you see

Nobody does it

better than me

They can come

closer than close

Yeah

Original,

they never will be

We bump it

from coast to coast

Yeah

Just tryin' to make you see

Nobody does it better

They call me

teasin' the spark plug

Keepin' it lit

There is no accident

for these platinum hits

So when you make it

you show love

Bangin' in your club

Hangin' with chill thugs

Givin' 'em G-love

You remember back

on the east side

When all of us niggas

used to love to ride

We didn't care

what we did

Time was nothing to us

We were just kids...

Times are different now

but you still get stuck...

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