dr. dre, snoop dogg, dmx - the warning lyrics
[dr. dre]
i laugh at these magazines when they interview ’em
all they doin’ is making fake threats to us through ’em
ya p+ssy ya not pac, i knew him
pac was a real n+gga, you just a f+cking insult to him
it’s too bad, we had a fall out before he passed
’cause if he could see this sh+t now
he’d be whoopin’ your ass
you’re talkin’ to a pioneer who engineered this sh+t
for nineteen years who ya got in ya ear ssssss (suge)
[snoop dogg]
i give a pound to my man with my right hand
i roll a blunt with my left hand
give it to the best man
testing, testing one+two
do you hear what i’m talkin’ ’bout
am i comin’ through (come on)
big snoopy sky sushi
don’t f+ck wit’ a broad
unless she kickin’ in the koochie
like the big homie moochie
he say sport snoop dogg clothing
f+ck gucci
i gotta keep it true see
a lotta n+ggas talk sh+t but won’t do sh+t to me
catch me on the streets
or catch me in the club
or catch me on the screen
or catch me if you can
or catch me wit’ a hundred thousand in my hand
catch me chillin’ in a c+boy stance
or hangin’ in the hood doin’ a c+walk dance
[chorus]
if it ain’t chronic don’t blaze it up
and if it ain’t a chevy don’t raise it up
you know we keep it bangin’ don’t fake the funk
for all my real n+ggas stay gangsta’d up
we makin’ paper suckas only claim to touch
by stickin’ to the script and never changin’ up
you know we keep it bangin don’t fake the funk
keep it real motherf+cka stay gansta’d up
[dmx]
wit’ kids i knew my f+cking friends all turned against me
said f+ck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this
he got my back i got his, scheming on mad n+ggas
that’s how we do biz
it’s about time to start another, robbing spree
’cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump
when i was up north, since 16 i was sending n+ggas home in a coffin
living like a orphan, you bad n+gga?
i’ll be back to see if you’ll be still here
you know my style i’ll put yo f+cking man, in a wheelchair
he’ll never walk again, on the strength of me
that’s how i left him g, scared to death of me
n+ggas cannot run, hit wit’ the hot one
from the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done
[chorus]
if it ain’t chronic don’t blaze it up
and if it ain’t a chevy don’t raise it up
you know we keep it bangin’ don’t fake the funk
for all my real n+ggas stay gangsta’d up
we makin’ paper suckas only claim to touch
by stickin’ to the script and never changin’ up
you know we keep it bangin’ don’t fake the funk
keep it real motherf+cka stay gansta’d up
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