It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren G was on the streets, trying to consume
Some skirts for the eve so I can get some funk
Just rolling in my ride, chilling all alone

Just hit the east side of the LBC
On a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G
Seen a car full of girls, ain't no need to tweak
All you skirts know what's up with 2-1-3

So I hooks a left on 2-1 and Lewis
Some brothers shooting dice so I said "let's do this"
I jumped out the ride and said "what's up?"
Some brothers pulled some Gats, so I said "I'm stuck"

Since these girls peeping me, I'mma glide and swerve
These hookers looking so hard they straight hit the curb
On to big better things than some horny tricks
I see my homey and some suckers all in his mix

I'm getting jacked, I'm breaking myself
I can't believe they're taking Warren's wealth
They took my rings, they took my Rolex
I looked at the brother said "damn, what's next?"

They got my homey hemmed up and they all around
Ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound-for-pound
I've got to come up real quick before they start to clown
I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down

They've got guns to my head
I think I'm going down
I can't believe this happening in my own town
If I had wings I would fly
Let me contemplate
I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate

16 in the clip and one in the hole
Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
Now they dropping and yelling
It's a tad bit late
Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate

I laid all them busters down, I let my Gat explode
Now I'm switching my mind back into freak-mode
If you want skirts, sit back and observe
I just left a gang of those over there on the curb

Now Nate got the freaks, and that's a known fact
Before I got jacked I was on the same track
Back up, back up cause it's on
N-A-T-E and me: the Warren to the G

Just like I thought
They were in the same spot
In need of some desperate help
But Nate Dogg and the G-child
Were in need of something else
One of them dames was sexy as hell
I said ooh, I like your size
She said my car's broke down and you seem real nice
Would you let me ride
I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell
The next stop is the Eastside Motel

I'm tweaking into a whole new era
G-Funk, step to this, I dare ya
Funk on a whole new level

The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble

Chords, strings, we brings
Melody, G-Funk
Where rhythm is life
And life is rhythm

If you know like I know
You don't wanna step to this
It's the G-Funk era
Funked out with a gangsta twist
If you smoke like I smoke
Then you high like everyday
And if your ass is a buster
213 will regulate

Written By JERRY LEIBER, MIKE STOLLER, NATHANIEL HALE, WARREN III GRIFFIN

Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC


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