Prince Igor (feat. Warren G & Sissel) - The Rapsody: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Prince Igor (feat. Warren G & Sissel)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Prince Igor (feat. Warren G & Sissel) was released on January 2, 1998 by Vertigo Berlin as a part of the album Hip Hop Meets Classic - The Rapsody: Overture

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

The Rapsody

Performer

Warren G

Rap

Sissel Kyrkjebo

Sissel Kyrkjebo

Vocals

Budapest Film Orchestra

Budapest Film Orchestra

Orchestra

Boris Jojic

Conductor

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Alexander Borodin

Alexander Borodin

Composer

Lyrics

Warren G Top Dogg patrolling the beach

**** say they're hard as bricks but they're soft as a peach

Claiming the G of all G's, please

I come blowing through like the breeze

Sitting on the threes

Posted coast it and mash it down Pacific Coast

In the bomb chrome rims, black on black Yukon

With nuts hangin'

From the city, where the bangers be bangin'

It don't seem like shit has changed

And I hollered at a homey the other day

G'd up at the park, sippin' Alizé

One of the homies took a beatin'

So now we'll start to be a gang and checkin' at the meetin'

Like cycles repeatin'

It's just another sunset fall and see

I can hear the homies that pass calling me

And you know what I discover what they keep sayin'

Keep your mind and your money motherfuckers

And shake busters

Улетай на крыльях ветра

Ты в край родной, родная песня наша

Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели

Где было так привольно нам с тобою

Have you ever sold millions?

But yet you **** persist to talk shit

Get off my dick

Ya never catch me slippin'

Rollin' with the heat slap the clip in

I never thought the world would start trippin'

My life's a trip though, hit the crypto, blow the whistle

They think I bang, so I pack a pistol

Warren to the G is a G

I don't fuck with you ****, so don't fuck with me

Let's ride to The East side, slide like a fo

I packs a fo-fo, when I'm steppin' out doors

To the bang to the boogie, if I speak then I spoke

Warren G you do it every time, 'til ya loc

Get the party lit like blazin' smoke

The East side of the beach, West side of the coast

You know the **** that arrive with hogs

Attack dogs to say **** are down to die with, motherfucker

Улетай на крыльях ветра

Ты в край родной, родная песня наша

Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели

Где было так привольно нам с тобою

Who's the man, I've been from London to Japan

Stomp land to land, to the Egyptian sands

You can't check me, disrespect me or mock me up

With the bass bumping out my truck

And all these police tryin' to lock me up

Money rules the world, and I made the loot

So don't make me shoot

'Cause trying to match'll get you done every time

I ain't trying to hurt nobody, but I'm down for mine, biatch

Money over power, power over money

Money over power, power over money

Money over power, power over money

Money over power, power over money

Money over power, power over money

Money over power, biatch, biatch

Улетай на крыльях ветра

Ты в край родной, родная песня наша

Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели

Где было так привольно нам с тобою

Улетай на крыльях ветра

Ты в край родной, родная песня наша

Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели

Где было так привольно нам с тобою

Written by: Alexander Borodin, Klaus Volker, Warren G

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