Warren G - Intro (The Return Of The Regulator) lyrics
[Warren G - Intro The Return Of The Regulator lyrics]
What's happening?
Yeah, this that thing
Yeah my dog, this that thing right here
Ya know what I'm sayin' man
Yeah, we gon keep it moving like that
Yeah, some of that, that ghetto
Rats and roaches funk
(CPT, LBC, G-Funk here tonight, oh yeah)
Some of that, that... that incredible funk
(funk)
Some of that some ol' time P-Funk
(Some of that, some of that funk)
Yeah, and most of all, it's that G-Funk
(G-Funk, G-Funk baby)
Yeah, yeah, so ah
We gon' keep this thing grooving
(G-Funk here tonight)
I want you to sit back, screw ya wig on tight
Grab yourself
A blunt or a joint or whatever you do
(Roll with me, ride with me
G-Funk here tonight)
And get ready to take that ride
If you wanna ride
(ah yeah)
(G-Funk here tonight)
Keep it like that
Yeah, so check this out
While I'm in the mood right now
I'm a go ahead and let one
Of my little young scions
Show y'all what time it is
That's how we doing it
(G-Funk here tonight
That's how we rollin' man)
G-Funk, so Damone, let 'em know homie
Yeah, this is something to ride to
Slide through
Heat G-Funk prvide you, turn it up
Blow ya speakers out
Nigga like I do
My nigga on some other shit like Erika Badu
Warren you killing 'em ever since 94
Yo I been filling 'em
Wait for the rhythm and the new millennium
Watch this, drop enough controlable hot shit
Ripping the lock kid, controling the market
Nigga fuck what they tell y'all
Thought a nigga fell off
Nigga hell nah
Nigga, we ripping the shit, pimping
Get ridiculous chips
I'm sick of this shit
Y'all niggaz put a dick in ya lips
I'm tired of it
Resign from rap but die from it
Orgasmic niggaz gone through the
Way that I'm coming
No holding me back
Let 'Mone exploring the track
The soldier is back and everything
Is caught in this fact
It's getting critical
You finna twist this game something pitiful
Ya have niggaz getting blackballed rap
Execs get rid of you
Nobody's feeling you, quit wasting ya time
Keep waiting in line
Muthafucka you ain't getting signed
There you have it, Damone, yeah
Put that down G-Funk
Ha ha, yeah, so we gon, gon ride this out
Flight C-17, bud, pipe, damn
(Na na na na na
Roll with me with G-Funk riding tonight)
Yeah, this that thing
Yeah my dog, this that thing right here
Ya know what I'm sayin' man
Yeah, we gon keep it moving like that
Yeah, some of that, that ghetto
Rats and roaches funk
(CPT, LBC, G-Funk here tonight, oh yeah)
Some of that, that... that incredible funk
(funk)
Some of that some ol' time P-Funk
(Some of that, some of that funk)
Yeah, and most of all, it's that G-Funk
(G-Funk, G-Funk baby)
Yeah, yeah, so ah
We gon' keep this thing grooving
(G-Funk here tonight)
I want you to sit back, screw ya wig on tight
Grab yourself
A blunt or a joint or whatever you do
(Roll with me, ride with me
G-Funk here tonight)
And get ready to take that ride
If you wanna ride
(ah yeah)
(G-Funk here tonight)
Keep it like that
Yeah, so check this out
While I'm in the mood right now
I'm a go ahead and let one
Of my little young scions
Show y'all what time it is
That's how we doing it
(G-Funk here tonight
That's how we rollin' man)
G-Funk, so Damone, let 'em know homie
Yeah, this is something to ride to
Slide through
Heat G-Funk prvide you, turn it up
Blow ya speakers out
Nigga like I do
My nigga on some other shit like Erika Badu
Warren you killing 'em ever since 94
Yo I been filling 'em
Wait for the rhythm and the new millennium
Watch this, drop enough controlable hot shit
Ripping the lock kid, controling the market
Nigga fuck what they tell y'all
Thought a nigga fell off
Nigga hell nah
Nigga, we ripping the shit, pimping
Get ridiculous chips
I'm sick of this shit
Y'all niggaz put a dick in ya lips
I'm tired of it
Resign from rap but die from it
Orgasmic niggaz gone through the
Way that I'm coming
No holding me back
Let 'Mone exploring the track
The soldier is back and everything
Is caught in this fact
It's getting critical
You finna twist this game something pitiful
Ya have niggaz getting blackballed rap
Execs get rid of you
Nobody's feeling you, quit wasting ya time
Keep waiting in line
Muthafucka you ain't getting signed
There you have it, Damone, yeah
Put that down G-Funk
Ha ha, yeah, so we gon, gon ride this out
Flight C-17, bud, pipe, damn
(Na na na na na
Roll with me with G-Funk riding tonight)