Warren G - Do You See Lyrics
The blues has always been totally americanAs american as apple pieAs american as the bluesAs american as apple pieThe question is why?Why should he blues be so at home here?Well, america provided the atmosphereYou dont see what I see, every day as warren gI take a look over my shoulder, as I get olderGettin tired of motha*****as sayin warren I told ya(you dont hear what I hear)But its so hard to live through these yearsWith these funny-bunny niggaz, aint shit changinGot my mama wonderin if Im gang-banginBut I dont pay attention to these father figuresI just handle mine, and Im rollin with my niggazOff to the vip, you see, snoop dogg and warren gUnbelievable how time just fliesRight before your eyes, but you dont recognizeNow whos the real victim, can you answer that?The nigga thats jackin, or the fool gettin jacked (yeah)(chorus)You dont see what I see, every day as warren gYou dont hear what I hearBut its so hard to live through these yearsYou dont see what I see, every day as warren gYou dont hear what I hearBut its so hard to live through these yearsAnother sunny day, another bright blue sky -Another day, another mutha*****a dieThese are the things I went through when I was growin upTheres only one hood, and niggas shit be throwin upAnd I knew it, there really aint nothin to itThinkin every fools gotta go through itNow lets go back - (how far? ) back in timeDraggin to these hookas tryin to mack for mineI remember when we all used to stop at the spotBack then my nigga-name was snoop rock (huh)It was all so clearEighty-seven, eighty-eight, then eighty-nines the yearYou say everywhere we roll, you can say we roll thickWay back then two-one-three was the clickSomethin to stay paid I was just a young hogWarren g, snoop rock and nate dogg(chorus)You dont see what I see, every day as warren gYou dont hear what I hearBut its so hard to live through these yearsYou dont see what I see, every day as warren gYou dont hear what I hearBut its so hard to live through these yearsYou make me wanna holler, get out the gameToo many mutha*****as know my nameWhile snoop doggs servin time up in waysideI puts it down on the street, dont try to take mineI had to reassure the homie that he wasnt aloneWed talk, and him n nated conversate on the phoneHe kept sayin, nigga, it wont be longBefore a little skinny nigga like mell be homeI said, snoop, things done change, its not the sameWe need to get about the gameCuz we can get paid in a different wayWit you kickin dope rhymes and I djWell as time goes past, slowly we try to make itBut things are gettin hectic, I just cant take itShould I a: go back to slangin dope?Or should I b: maintain and try to cope?Or should I c: just get crazy and wild?But no I chose d: create the g-childIts been on ever since with me and mista grimmThis shit is gettin so hectic that I cant even trust him nowWhat would you do for a warren g cut?Would you act the fool and nut the ***** up?Back the ***** up, act the ***** up?Niggaz talk shit they get smacked the ***** up, straight up(chorus then fade)You dont see what I see, every day as warren gYou dont hear what I hearBut its so hard to live through these yearsYou dont see what I see, every day as warren gYou dont hear what I hearBut its so hard to live through these years
