Warren G feat. Butch Cassidy This Gangsta Shit Is Too Much Lyrics

The Return of the Regulator Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Lookin' at You
  • 3 Here Comes Another Hit
  • 4 Somethin' to Bounce To
  • 5 This Gangsta Shit Is Too Much
  • 6 Pump Up
  • 7 Young Locs Slow Down
  • 8 Speed Dreamin'
  • 9 Yo' Sassy Ways
  • 10 Deez Nuts Part II
  • 11 It Ain't Nothin' Wrong With U
  • 12 Ghetto Village
  • 13 They Lovin' Me Now
  • 14 Sreets of LBC
  • 15 G-Funk Is Here 2 Stay
  • 16 Keepin' It Strong
  • 1, 2, 1, 2, yeah
    All yeah, we doing it like that
    We flip that, uh
    More in the crib
    Dru, yeah, D-Funk allstars
    Thats how we do it, G-Funk, yeah

    [Warren G]
    What's y'all thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit
    Too much smokin' that Sherman shit
    I learned this from the best, and got y'all sprung
    The, the doctor, Andre Young
    Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me
    Going hard on the yard, 'till me dogs bailed me
    They tells me, I can't precede with it
    I came back and got ole G'd with it
    We get crunk, spit it when we drunk
    Commited to that shit, that makes the gangstas stump
    Chumps can try, if they choose to to
    With these locs love my dogs like the Blues Clues
    So excuse you, I'm the reason for the fame
    And all of a sudden, you ain't believing in the name
    What? Butch Cassidy, show 'em what we working with

    [Hook: Butch Cassidy]
    This gangsta shit is too much
    Don't be suckas, can't touch
    It's working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYC
    Warren G, with the gangsta three's, oooh wee!

    [Warren G]
    And the win, on the 7-10 southbound
    Duece and gin, getting guzzled down by the mouth now
    Smashing a hundred in the car pool
    Thats the type of thing that hogs do
    My concern ain't the fame, I hope you know that
    Status: millionaire, still don't show that
    Go back to where I was raised
    On the porch is where they got braids, never not afraid
    To test my shot, drop a hundred dollar fade
    Holla, don't be a major see me in the hood
    Off TV, totally un-Hollywood
    Still to the good and you know that
    Still with me, still when you show that
    And Big Snoop Dogg we gonna blow that
    Still with it, we all say that we real with it
    Until bustas reveal, how we really did it

    [Hook: Butch Cassidy]

    [Warren G]
    So what's crackin' now
    Got these haters actin' now
    Backin' down to this gangsta sound
    Westcoast circus clowns
    It's on purpose how I spit rounds
    You trying to get down
    Abnorm with the form, swarming heated
    Hitting fools Glocks like we got cheated
    Repeated simotaneously
    I'm bringing bangers with me
    So hopefully, moves can be made
    We can all get paid, relax in the shade
    Sun, snow, it really don't matter
    We can all make dough
    Eastcoast, westcoast, midwest, dirty south
    And big heads, is what I'm all about
    And big heads, is what I'm all about
    And big heads, is what I'm all about, fool

    [Hook: Butch Cassidy]

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