(chorus x2)
I need a dope beata dope beat
Just holler at your boy named warren g(I wanna)
A dope beat(with my)a dope beat
Just holler at your boy named warren g
Y’all know methe g from the 213
Lbcregulatinskatin’ on all them dayton’s
Bankin’ back on them singles
With the henney’s and the jimmy’s
Like I’m all tallshortand like darkthick and skinny
I’m a ladies’ manmercedes and
Proper icelivin’ niceas far as gravy stands
Ain’t nuttin’ changedme and snoop’s still the same
Plus nate droppin’ weight with the classic thang
Now I remember way backat the bachelor set
Slip my brotherdresnoopa tape itput it in the deck
The party started bangin’ and they both shook hands
And made it legitimate for the g-funk fans
Now after thatthey hit the top when the chronic dropped
Remember 187 on the motherfuckin’ cop(I wanna)
It’s still a g thang (with my)where we hang and claim
East side ’til I dieor I rise to fame
(chorus x2)
I need a dope beata dope beat
Just holler at your boy named warren g(I wanna)
A dope beat(with my)a dope beat
Just holler at your boy named warren g
I got my own styleI got my own pal
If you don’t know nowthen niggayou better slow down
Spendin billsbendin’ wheelspeople think I steal
Puttin’ cameras in my grill everywhere I chill
Kick backI spit factsand twist our tracks
Drank gin with the twinzsee a bitch I mack
Cuz if I ain’t in the studioI’m deep in the hood
Anyway gettin’ paid like warren should
Dre teachin’ me to work a beatnow I’m bangin’
And I been with platinumnow my album slangin’ (I wanna)
Hangin’ with my g’s (with my) from the lbc
With the homies that I know will put it down for me
Well knownkeep my chromeand I hold my own
But I’d rather roll and flow and be holdin’ the shows
With the g-funk family earnin’ a grammy
You can’t see what I seeand don’t understand me
(chorus x2)
I need a dope beata dope beat
Just holler at your boy named warren g(I wanna)
A dope beat(with my)a dope beat
Just holler at your boy named warren g
I’m on my way to the studiobeatin and thumpin
Scoop d from long beach got some heat from compton
Hit the eastside manages to see what’s crackin
Got some mgdjust watching for jackin
Its a hard knock lifeya heard jay-z featuring annie
No limit like snoopthats when the grammy
Hit the beach in the long gray and black caddy
Reminiscing on my great escapes through the alley
Damn I done grew up and things done changed
Just shakin my headtrippin off the game
Its so much you gotta do to keep it real out here
But ain’t nothing guaranteed cuz ain’t nothing goin’ give
(chorus x3 to fade)
I need a dope beata dope beat
Just holler at your boy named warren g
A dope beata dope beat
Just holler at your boy named warren g