I Want It All — текст песни (Warren G)





[tikki diamond]

Restless, haha

The east coast (yall know where Im comin from)

I want it all, warren g man

(t) tikki diamond, (nigga d), dont forget, haaa

Check it out yall



Call me tikki diamond 2000, Im the future

Im the voice thatcha need to get used ta

I want it all, yall probably know by now

I want the world, yall probably know by now

Heres 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"

Whats life without the best of it?

Whats a half a ki if you aint got the rest of it? feel me

Its just the ways of the pros, the nays and the nos

If yall wanna see me, wear shades at my shows

You get gs like a fool, killa bees like the wu

I aint satisfied til I squeeze somethin new

I want it with no miles, brand new smell

Put my life on wax, youll be like "damn it do sell"



[warren g]

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

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

>from ounces to quarters, and quarters to kis

So when you come to the town youre 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

Yall dont know about them m-16s 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 benzs

I want it all, brand new socks and drawers

And Im ballin everytime I stop and talk to yall

I want it all, all, all, all

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



[memphis bleek]

Yeah

Yo, niggas eyeball my ho cos Im 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 4s for my dead dogs, pull off

Like, fuck the world, I dont owe yall nuttin

If I do, take it in blood, the memph dont front

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

But Im from the projects, it dont 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 ds for the way I rock my jeans

Stand on the corner with blunts and coronas

Couple of birds, and Im 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

Its gon place you in sometin black where they gotta zip you

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

While youre snorin in the morgue, youll get a drawing on the wall

You cant see me so dont look, I pop off cops like moon shook

Shells will fill you up like home cook

Forget about the book, aint no recipe when yall step to me

Its only one way up and thats if yall dont pay up

Yall pays forth, them days is up

Youre lucky if youll be able to

Walk straight enough cos Im 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 Im spoiled, nigga hows that?

I aint got no mom and no dad, I aint know where the fuck my house is at

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

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



Chorus (x2)



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