Bad Azz - What We Go Through (Promo Version) lyrics

(Whats up Warren G?) Whats happenin? I'm just chillin, you know Checkin my game you dig, you know Trippin off these fools around the situation, you know its like that [Mr. Malik] I went from hustlin and slangin to bustin and bangin I got to keep it real, so f** not cursin when I'm sangin Now let me tell y'all about this sh**, went down the other nite Me and the doggs see some n***as, just caught up in tha hype Tryin to ride and get by like tha FBI Cause we know bout them hk's, they right outside But we never knew y'all had a clue bout what we go through So tell how the f** could you speak on my crew [Bada**] I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keys It's hard work and it hurts to live life on ya knees So God please have a lil mercy on my soul What my eyes see my mind think my hand should hold The outcome of these actions warm hearts turn cold Lil snake tryin to blast me wit the gun he stole We hang out, banged out, same route as the day before Blessed wit perception, but don't know how my days a go Could see my n***a hittin wit some pay, a few days ago [Daz] Now we back in the mix with some more clips and paper though I can't do nothing but enjoy myself Gotta do it myself, got a gang of wealth Its bloodclottin muthaf**az seem like they want it all But they can't, trying to fake on me and my doggs If I fall I fail, gotta retrace my trail Cross C's to clock G's I bell with bell I keep the throw downs for mine Warren G, Dogg Pound clockin the doves and come Serve your whole f**in hood with some bud and rhymes [Kurupt] Plus you n***as dont mash like mine, throw em 17 times Money like a muthaf**a, homey give me mines Paid, I come stomping like a parade, the escapades Psychoatic an*lysis, as I consume, always cartin the mushrooms With clear sight, the daylight's like the night A closet full of Franklins, a G's paradise A nice 40 ounce a O.E. on ice Precise poetic performing nice on mics [Warren G] Well I flew from the East to the West Word on the street, n***as wanna test But these MC's, is scared to buck Plus they talk too much and smoke too many blunts You f**in rookies Sweet as Mr. Smith's cookies Ya hate me one minute and tha next ya wanna buck me He sent a ho, in the back seat of my fo' While ya Goin Back To Cali, watch how you flow Now ya know, about this Warren G Era G-Funk terror, look into tha mirror And what you see is the don of the company, that n***a (Warren G, Warren, Warren, Warren's to tha G) You still see, what I see All of the homies in the LB Sittin back, and we makin the cash Warren G, Kurupt, Hershey, Daz and Bada** (Chorus) x2 And we never knew you had clue of what we go through So how in tha f** could y'all speak of our crew Ya thought this, ya thought that, we thought y'all should laid back Yeah it's like that,for me it's like that Sittin back,and we makin the cash It's Warren G, Kurupt, Hershey, Daz and Bada** Sittin back,and we makin the cash It's Warren G, Kurupt, Hershey, Daz and Bada** Thats right Ya know what I'm sayin Warren G With my homeboys from the pound Daz Dillinger, Kurupt the Kingpin And the homey Malik, ya know what I'm sayin and Mr. Bada** And thats how we doin it fool, yeah We ain't bangin on wacks n***a, we doin it like we should be fool Yeah