Warren G (feat. Memphis Bleek, Drag-On, Tikki Diamond) "I Want It All (Remix)"
I Want it All
[Tikki Diamond] Restless, haha The East Coast (y'all know where I'm comin from) I want it all, Warren G man (T) Tikki Diamond, (Nigga D); INSERT INTO `lyrics_raphot` (`id`, `artist`, `artist_id`, `artist2_id`, `feat`, `title`, `article`, `album`, `body`, `wap`, `date`, `publish`) VALUES don't forget, haaa Check it out y'all
Call me Tikki Diamond 2000, I'm the future I'm the voice that'cha need to get used ta I want it all, y'all probably know by now I want the world, y'all probably know by now Here's 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" What's life without the best of it? What's a half a ki if you ain't got the rest of it? Feel me It's just the ways of the pros, the nay's and the no's If y'all wanna see me, wear shades at my shows You get G's like a fool, Killa Bees like the Wu I ain't satisfied til I squeeze somethin new I want it with no miles, brand new smell Put my life on wax, you'll be like "Damn it do sell"
[Warren G] Well aah, I want it all, I'm destined to ball (ball) With plaques on the wall (wall); INSERT INTO `lyrics_raphot` (`id`, `artist`, `artist_id`, `artist2_id`, `feat`, `title`, `article`, `album`, `body`, `wap`, `date`, `publish`) VALUES got somethin for all y'all >From ounces to quarters, and quarters to ki's So when you come to the town you're 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 Y'all don't know about them M-16's 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 Benz's I want it all, brand new socks and drawers And I'm ballin everytime I stop and talk to y'all I want it all, all, all, all I want it all, all, all, all, all
[Memphis Bleek] Yeah Yo, niggas eyeball my ho cos I'm 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 4's for my dead dogs, pull off like, fuck the world, I don't owe y'all nuttin If I do, take it in blood, the Memph don't front I pump, for the goods, nice house in the woods But I'm from the projects, it don't 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 D's for the way I rock my jeans Stand on the corner with blunts and Coronas Couple of birds, and I'm 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
[Drag-On] Aiyo, listen up faggots, my bullets gon' do more than nip you It's gon' place you in sometin black where they gotta zip you Rain wash away the chalk, and according to who you are While you're snorin in the morgue, you'll get a drawing on the wall You can't see me so don't look, I pop off cops like moon shook Shells will fill you up like home cook Forget about the book, ain't no recipe when y'all step to me It's only one way up and that's if y'all don't pay up Y'all pays forth, them days is up You're lucky if you'll be able to walk straight enough cos I'm 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 I'm spoiled, nigga how's that? I ain't got no mom and no dad, I ain't know where the fuck my house is at All I knew is where them ounces at and what I'm countin back or if a knot come up short, who I got a pow for