1, 2, 1, 2, yeah
   All yeah, we doing it like that
   We flip that, uh
   More in the crib
   Dru, yeah, D-Funk allstars
   Thats how we do it, G-Funk, yeah
  
   [Warren G]
   What's y'all thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit
   Too much smokin' that Sherman shit
   I learned this from the best, and got y'all sprung
   The, the doctor, Andre Young
   Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me
   Going hard on the yard, 'till me dogs bailed me
   They tells me, I can't precede with it
   I came back and got ole G'd with it
   We get crunk, spit it when we drunk
   Commited to that shit, that makes the gangstas stump
   Chumps can try, if they choose to to
   With these locs love my dogs like the Blues Clues
   So excuse you, I'm the reason for the fame
   And all of a sudden, you ain't believing in the name
   What? Butch Cassidy, show 'em what we working with
  
   [Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
   This gangsta shit is too much
   Don't be suckas, can't touch
   It's working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYC
   Warren G, with the gangsta three's, oooh wee!
  
   [Warren G]
   And the win, on the 7-10 southbound
   Duece and gin, getting guzzled down by the mouth now
   Smashing a hundred in the car pool
   Thats the type of thing that hogs do
   My concern ain't the fame, I hope you know that
   Status: millionaire, still don't show that
   Go back to where I was raised
   On the porch is where they got braids, never not afraid
   To test my shot, drop a hundred dollar fade
   Holla, don't be a major see me in the hood
   Off TV, totally un-Hollywood
   Still to the good and you know that
   Still with me, still when you show that
   And Big Snoop Dogg we gonna blow that
   Still with it, we all say that we real with it
   Until bustas reveal, how we really did it
  
   [Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
  
   [Warren G]
   So what's crackin' now
   Got these haters actin' now
   Backin' down to this gangsta sound
   Westcoast circus clowns
   It's on purpose how I spit rounds
   You trying to get down
   Abnorm with the form, swarming heated
   Hitting fools glocks like we got cheated
   Repeated simotaneously
   I'm bringing bangers with me
   So hopefully, moves can be made
   We can all get paid, relax in the shade
   Sun, snow, it really don't matter
   We can all make dough
   Eastcoast, westcoast, midwest, dirty south
   And big heads, is what I'm all about
   And big heads, is what I'm all about
   And big heads, is what I'm all about, fool
  
   [Chorus: Butch Cassidy]