WARREN G

WARREN G - I Want It All (Remix)

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(feat. Memphis Bleek, Drag-On, Tikki Diamond)

[Tikki Diamond]

Restless, haha

The East Coast (y'all know where I'm comin from)

I want it all, Warren G man

(T) Tikki Diamond, (Nigga D), don't forget, haaa

Check it out y'all

Call me Tikki Diamond 2000, I'm the future

I'm the voice that'cha need to get used ta

I want it all, y'all probably know by now

I want the world, y'all probably know by now

Here's my life, look at the three in front it

Bentley, me and Warren G in front it

Bougy nigga, I call lunch "brunch"

Old school, I call punks "chumps"

What's life without the best of it?

What's a half a ki if you ain't got the rest of it? Feel me

It's just the ways of the pros, the nay's and the no's

If y'all wanna see me, wear shades at my shows

You get G's like a fool, Killa Bees like the Wu

I ain't satisfied til I squeeze somethin new

I want it with no miles, brand new smell

Put my life on wax, you'll be like "Damn it do sell"

[Warren G]

Well aah, I want it all, I'm destined to ball (ball)

With plaques on the wall (wall), got somethin for all y'all

From ounces to quarters, and quarters to ki's

So when you come to the town you're watched over by Gz

The head honcho, buckin fools like a bronco

C-E-O, shootin cilo, ten be-low

A true vet on the worldwide set

Y'all don't know about them M-16's with bayonettes

[Chorus: Warren G]

I want it all, money, fast cars, diamond rings

Gold chains and champagne, shot every damn thing

I want it all, houses, expenses

My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple of Benz's

I want it all, brand new socks and drawers

And I'm ballin everytime I stop and talk to y'all

I want it all, all, all, all

I want it all, all, all, all, all

[Memphis Bleek]

Yeah

Yo, niggas eyeball my ho cos I'm sunk in the seat

Gettin bent, but shit I deserve to eat

I hit the blunt for my bad broads

Hit a shot from the 4's for my dead dogs, pull off

like, fuck the world, I don't owe y'all nuttin

If I do, take it in blood, the Memph don't front

I pump, for the goods, nice house in the woods

But I'm from the projects, it don't look that good

I gotta pissy elevator (and) a dog staircase (and)

tre-8 and crack, wan' fuck with that?

I got beef with the D's for the way I rock my jeans

Stand on the corner with blunts and Coronas

Couple of birds, and I'm tryin to hustle for birds

Throwin dice on the curb, twistin up this herb

I want money the fast way, the crack stash way

Gat blast way, the last laugh way motherfucker

[Chorus]

[Drag-On]

Aiyo, listen up faggots, my bullets gon' do more than nip you

It's gon' place you in sometin black where they gotta zip you

Rain wash away the chalk, and according to who you are

While you're snorin in the morgue, you'll get a drawing on the wall

You can't see me so don't look, I pop off cops like moon shook

Shells will fill you up like home cook

Forget about the book, ain't no recipe when y'all step to me

It's only one way up and that's if y'all don't pay up

Y'all pays forth, them days is up

You're lucky if you'll be able to

walk straight enough cos I'm done with beefin

Like a bad stomach but I puts the runs in these niggas

Cos I was raised, if a nigga ass cheeks make him an athlete

Some niggas say I'm spoiled, nigga how's that?

I ain't got no mom and no dad, I ain't know where the fuck my house is at

All I knew is where them ounces at and what I'm countin back

or if a knot come up short, who I got a pow for

[Chorus (x2)]

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