And Ya Don't Stop

For '94, I'ma just glide and swerve

Hop up the streets with my heat, so observe

Me Z the whee Z, the Warren to the G Z

The deuces and the treys is kickin' it through E-Z

And the beach and the bottle where I'm found

Fuckin' around with the muthafuckin' Dogg Pound

Fuck it, Warren's goin' wild

The G Funk Era and the muthafuckin' G Child

Funk, melody, rhythm, bass

He which is I, is in the muthafuckin' place

So let me get away, come again like this

I can turn into a murderer so please don't diss

'Cause if you do, you know where I'm from

Rat-tat-tat-tat, diddy-dum, diddy-dum

And ya don't stop

And ya don't quit

And ya don't stop

And ya don't quit

Well, let me grab my stick and shift to first

I'm spittin' plenty game on my second verse

Well, let me switch to second just for the rough ride

L-O-N-G-B-E-A-C-H, Eastside

Where the grass is greener, at some times

And I don't do shit but just drop funky rhymes

Now I'm in neutral, shiftin' to third

'Cause what you hear is what you heard, ****

From the G-funk, G-funk, 'cause we funk, we funk

And if you step muthafucka you get stomped

Like 1, 2, 3, I'm shiftin' to the fo'

But you don't hear me, though

And ya don't stop

And ya don't quit

And ya don't stop

And ya don't quit

I said humpty dumpty sat on the wall

I guess it's time for me to sum it up for all

G-funk, G Child, gangsta groove, loc

Past tense, it's the Indo smoke

Choke, off the shit that I'm doin'

I'm droppin' this shit for you and you and you and

'Cause it's me, the Warren to the G

Comin' in 1994, you see

The LBC and that's my locale

Check it out, check it out, check it out, now

And ya don't stop

And ya don't quit

And ya don't stop

And ya don't quit

You know what I'm sayin', Warren motherfuckin' G bi-atch

You know what I'm sayin', it's '94 that's how we doin' it, you know what I'm sayin'

Ain't nuthin' but a Long Beach thang, though, big baby, hey

G-funk, where rhythm is life and life is rhythm

Check me out, though, bi-atch