:: I Want It All
(ft. Mack 10)
What’s up negros and nigrettes
It’s your boy Warren G, you know what I’m sayin’
Chillin’ with the home boy, Mack 10
We gon’ lay a lil’ some’in’ down for y’all
Let y’all know what time it is
Show you how we keepin’ it real wit’ it
You know ‘cause this world is built on material thangs
But we ain’t trippin’ off that
We want y’all to know this, check it
I want it all
Money, fast cars, diamond rings
Gold chains and champagne
S***, every damn thing
I want it all
Houses, expenses, my own business
A truck, hmm
And a couple o’ Benz
I want it all
Brand new socks and drawers
And I’m ballin’ every time I stop and talk to y’all
I want it all, all, all, all
I want it all, all, all, all, all
They say, “There go Warren G with that envious stare”
I love this game too much, I wish these haters wasn’t here
It’s a shame, we came too far to turn back
It’s a cold world, it gets so hard, you learned that
Won’t fall tryin’ to walk from crawl
Tryin’ to hustle up from broke to ballin’
And, yeah, y’all in effect that’s all me, the jiggy GZ
All my niggas that keep it real and do it easy
Believe me, young n****, fat meat is greasy
And s*** stank, so whatyou plot a lick and hit a bank
And get away or get gaffled the very next day
Don’t cry, hold your head up high
And remember what you told yourself, n****
I said remember what you told yourself, n****
I said remember what you told yourself, n****
I said remember what you told yourself, n****
I want it all
Money, fast cars, diamond rings
Gold chains and champagne
S***, every damn thing
I want it all
Houses, expenses, my own business
A truck, hmm
And a couple o’ Benz
I want it all
Brand new socks and drawers
And I’m ballin’ every time I stop and talk to y’all
I want it all, all, all, all
I want it all, all, all, all, all
I want it all, so I got to wake up and ball
And thanks to y’all, I got plaques on the wall
Mack 10 laced with the “know how to paper chase”
Crushed ice, throw my Rollie face in the platinum fan base
From net workin’ and hustlin’, no doubt, I got clout
And live the lifestyle that Robin Leech talked about
Slow down, player, don’t hate ‘cause you can’t relate
The Bently Coupes and kickin’ gears on Harleys with the straights
I got more limelight than Vegas on cable
Willin’ enable to shoot C-note yos at the craps table
And while you can’t get off the ground, I’m gettin’ high
A n**** fly and fly with desire to build an empire
I strapped up and took flight like a missile
Told ‘em loud and clear as a whistle, “Hoo Bangin’ is official”
Handin’ out gold medallions at roll call
I’mma ball and never fall ‘cause Mack 10 want it all, what
I want it all
Money, fast cars, diamond rings
Gold chains and champagne
S***, every damn thing
I want it all
Houses, expenses, my own business
A truck, hmm
And a couple o’ Benz
I want it all
Brand new socks and drawers
And I’m ballin’ every time I stop and talk to y’all
I want it all, all, all, all
I want it all, all, all, all, all
Me and 10 get paid, escapade to the spot
We hot like rocks served on hot blocks
I notice money make the world circulate
So we gon’ stack and stack and take a sip and percolate
Bump, let the woofers sub, show the homies love
Warren to the G and Little G-Dove
Surface on the low, slide or don’t slide at all
Ride or don’t ride at all, huh-huh
Warren, I couldn’t be more serious about my ‘fetti
I stay tight on the mic and keep the pen movin’ steady
I want it all, dog and it might be greed
I hate to trip, but I got two little mouths to feed
They don’t know nothin’ about no excuses and disrespect
‘Bout somebody bein’ late with they daddy’s royalty check
And at that point, I’m through talkin’, dog, enough said
So, if you owe Mack money, then I suggest you break bread
I want it all
Money, fast cars, diamond rings
Gold chains and champagne
S***, every damn thing
I want it all
Houses, expenses, my own business
A truck, hmm
And a couple o’ Benz
I want it all
Brand new socks and drawers
And I’m ballin’ every time I stop and talk to y’all
I want it all, all, all, all
I want it all, all, all, all, all
I want it all
Money, fast cars, diamond rings
Gold chains and champagne
S***, every damn thing
I want it all
Houses, expenses, my own business
A truck, hmm
And a couple o’ Benz
I want it all
Brand new socks and drawers
And I’m ballin’ every time I stop and talk to y’all
I want it all, all, all, all
I want it all, all, all, all, all
Mack 10 (What up)
I know the paper’s out there, yeah
Warren G (What up)
You know the paper’s out there, yeah
G-Funk (What up)
You know the paper’s out there, that’s right, what
Hoo Bangin’ (What up)
We know the paper’s out there, that’s right, what
The whole world
Paper’s out there
All the hood rats (What up)
You know the paper’s out there
:: Lookin’ At You
(ft. Toi)
When I step up in the place your chance is gone
That b**** you was glancin’ on
If she leave with me, no chance that her pants is on
No bra, no panties on
Make her suck the same thang that my hand be on
Red bone, thick b**** with a sandy tone
We gone South Beach in the Miami zone
Damn she wrong, bad little candy cone
One head nod from me, she out the door
One h*** job from her, she out the door
Don’t trip, pronto b****, out the door
Back to the beach, backyard Delano
All bulls*** aside she a cold piece
The type that might go search the whole beach
The type that might go out and bring back somethin’ whack
Screamin’, “F*** me, f*** me, f*** me”
Sexy walkin’ with that attitude
You’re lookin’ at me, I’m lookin’ at you
Although I know I’m with my man I just can’t help but check for you
Lookin’ at me, I’m lookin’ at you
Sneaky ways, but I ain’t mad at you
Lookin’ at me, I’m lookin’ at you
Just imagine how this could go, I want you so
And if you give me a chance, boy, you know it’s gonna get real
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I take mine small waist line, face of a dime, waste no time
Grind on the d***, take mine with a lick
You still be singin’ that Sunshine s***
It’s your world, girl, come collide with the d***
Some hot tone champagne, Heather Hunter, dominate some moan s***
Home alone on some groan s***
King Kong make you moan with this
And still want it all, in the club bathroom stall
Backseat take your clothes off
I still f*** your bra and all it take is one phone call
Show up and I’m beatin’ up all walls
No joke, she broke, all laws
Handcuff a n****’s a lost cause
There we roll (Creep)
I got a spot where we could go then roll (Creep)
If you can kick it holler, let me know (She creeps)
I’ll keep it on the low (Creep, creep, creep, creep)
Sexy walkin’ with a street attitude
Love to get between the streets and cheat on your dude
Besides, these drugs got me in the mood
After the club, we could choose how Stella got her groove
I ain’t tryin’ to be rude, meet at my room number, 213
Private slumber party, with your name on the VIP
That’s how we get crunk, S-I-P Remy and get drunk
Sexy walkin’ with that attitude
You’re lookin’ at me, I’m lookin’ at you
Although I know I’m with my man I just can’t help but check for you
Lookin’ at me, I’m lookin’ at you
Sneaky ways, but I ain’t mad at you
Lookin’ at me, I’m lookin’ at you
Just imagine how this could go, I want you so
And if you give me a chance, boy, you know it’s gonna get real
Uh-huh, uh-huh
::up