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  • Текст песни Warren G - Prince Igor



    Warren G
    Top Dogg, patrolling the beat
    Niggas say they as hard as bricks but they're soft as a peak
    Claiming the G of all G's
    Please I come blowing through like the breeze
    Sitting on the prince
    Postage coasting mashing down Pacific coasting
    The bomb four wheels black on black
    With nuts hanging from the city where the bangers keep banging
    It don't seem like shit is changing
    I hollered at the homie the other day
    G'd up at the park sipping ?
    One of the homies took a beating so now it's be a gang a checking at the meeting
    Like phycos repeating
    It's just another sunset far and see
    I can hear the homies the past calling me
    And you know what I discovered what they keep saying keep your mind and your money, ? it's a ? bust

    Chorus(???)
    He is the Prince Igor, the Prince of Warriors.

    Have you ever sold millions
    But yet you niggas persist and talk shit
    Get off my dick
    You never catch me slipping
    Rolling with the heat
    Slap the clipping
    I never thought the world'd start tripping
    My lifes a trypto
    Hit the crypto
    Blow the whistle
    They think I'll bang
    So I pack a pistol
    Warren to the G is a G
    I don't fuck with you niggaz
    So don't fuck with me
    Lets ride
    To the East Side
    Slide like a pope
    I packs a fo-fo
    When I stepping out dough
    To the bang to the booty
    If I speak then I spoke
    Warren G you do it every time to you lope
    Get the party yeah
    Like blazing smoke to the
    East side of the beach, west side of the coast
    ? Niggaz that I ride with hoes
    Attack dogs the same niggaz are down to die ?

    Chorus: (???)
    He is the Prince Igor, the Prince of Warriors.

    Whose the man
    I've been from London to Japan
    Stomp land to land
    To give you chips and sand
    You can't check me, disrespect me
    And mock me up
    With the base bumping out my truck
    And all these police trying to lock me up
    Money rules the world
    And I made the loot, so don't make me shoot
    Cos trying to match you gets you done every time
    I'm not trying to hurt nobody
    But I'm down for mine
    Biatch

    Money over power, power over money, money over power
    Biatch biatch

    Chorus (???)
    He is the Prince Igor, the Prince of Warriors,
    (money over power, power over money, money over power...)

    Repeat till fade