Warren G - A Dope Beat Lyrics
(chorus x2)I need a dope beat, a dope beatJust holler at your boy named warren g(I wanna)A dope beat(with my), a dope beatJust holler at your boy named warren gYall know me, the g from the 213Lbc, regulatin, skatin on all them daytonsBankin back on them singlesWith the henneys and the jimmysLike Im all tall, short, and like dark, thick and skinnyIm a ladies man, mercedes andProper ice, livin nice, as far as gravy standsAint nuttin changed, me and snoops still the samePlus nate droppin weight with the classic thangNow I remember way back, at the bachelor setSlip my brother, dre, snoopa tape it, put it in the deckThe party started bangin and they both shook handsAnd made it legitimate for the g-funk fansNow after that, they hit the top when the chronic droppedRemember 187 on the mother*****in cop(I wanna)Its still a g thang (with my), where we hang and claimEast side til I die, or I rise to fame(chorus x2)I need a dope beat, a dope beatJust holler at your boy named warren g(I wanna)A dope beat(with my), a dope beatJust holler at your boy named warren gI got my own style, I got my own palIf you dont know now, then nigga, you better slow downSpendin bills, bendin wheels, people think I stealPuttin cameras in my grill everywhere I chillKick back, I spit facts, and twist our tracksDrank gin with the twinz, see a ***** I mackCuz if I aint in the studio, Im deep in the hoodAnyway gettin paid like warren shouldDre teachin me to work a beat, now Im banginAnd I been with platinum, now my album slangin (I wanna)Hangin with my gs (with my) from the lbcWith the homies that I know will put it down for meWell known, keep my chrome, and I hold my ownBut Id rather roll and flow and be holdin the showsWith the g-funk family earnin a grammyYou cant see what I see, and dont understand me(chorus x2)I need a dope beat, a dope beatJust holler at your boy named warren g(I wanna)A dope beat(with my), a dope beatJust holler at your boy named warren gIm on my way to the studio, beatin and thumpinScoop d from long beach got some heat from comptonHit the eastside manages to see whats crackinGot some mgd, just watching for jackinIts a hard knock life, ya heard jay-z featuring annieNo limit like snoop, thats when the grammyHit the beach in the long gray and black caddyReminiscing on my great escapes through the alleyDamn I done grew up and things done changedJust shakin my head, trippin off the gameIts so much you gotta do to keep it real out hereBut aint nothing guaranteed cuz aint nothing goin give(chorus x3 to fade)I need a dope beat, a dope beatJust holler at your boy named warren gA dope beat, a dope beatJust holler at your boy named warren g
