Prince Igor (Radio Edit)
Verse 1 (Warren G):
Warren G top dog
Patrolling the beach
****** say they hard as bricks
But they as soft as a peach
Claiming the G of all G's
Please, I come blowing through like the breeze
Sittin' on the threes
Post it coast it mashing down Pacific coast
And the bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon
With nuts hangin' from the city where the bangers be bangin'
It don't seem like **** is changin'
I hollered at the homie the other day
G'd up at the park sippin' Alizé
One of the homies took a beatin'
So now it's be in a gang checkin' at the meetin'
Life cycles repeatin'
It's just another sunset fallin' to sea
I can hear the homies the past calling me
And you know what I've discovered
What they keep saying:
Keep your mind on the money,
Mutha *******, to shake busters
Chorus, in Russian (Sissel Kyrkjeb):
Улетай на крыльях ветра
Ты в край родной, родная песня наша,
Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели,
Где было так привольно нам с тобою.
Verse 2 (Warren G):
Have you ever sold millions?
But yet you ****** persist and talk ****
Get off my ****
You'll never catch me slippin'
Rollin' with the heats
Slap da clippin'
I never thought the world'd start trippin'
My life's a trypto
Hit the crypto
Blow the whistle
They think I bang
So I'll pack a pistol
Warren to the G is a G
I don't **** with you *****
So don't **** with me
With me let's ride
To the East side
Slide like a fo
I packs a fo-fo
When I'm steppin' outdo's
To the bang to the boogie
If I speak then I spoke
Warren G'll do it every time to you low
Get the party yeah
Like blazing smoke
The East side of the beach
West side the coast
You know the ****** that I rock with hogs
Attack dogs that say ****** are down to die
Repeat Chorus
Verse 3 (Warren G):
Who's the man?
I've been from London to Japan
Stomp land to land
To the Egyptian sands
You can't check me, disrespect me
You mock me up
With the bass thumpin' out my truck
And all this police trying to lock me up
Money rules the world and I've made the loot
So don't make me shoot
Cos tryin' to match you
Gets you done every time
I ain't tryin' to hurt nobody
But I'm down for mine
Biatch
Money over power
Power over money
Money over power
Power over money
Money over power
Power over money
Money over power
Power over money
Money over power
Biatch, biatch
Repeat Chorus 2 times
Prince Igor (Radio Edit)LRC歌词
Verse 1 (Warren G):
Warren G top dog
Patrolling the beach
****** say they hard as bricks
But they as soft as a peach
Claiming the G of all G's
Please, I come blowing through like the breeze
Sittin' on the threes
Post it coast it mashing down Pacific coast
And the bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon
With nuts hangin' from the city where the bangers be bangin'
It don't seem like **** is changin'
I hollered at the homie the other day
G'd up at the park sippin' Alizé
One of the homies took a beatin'
So now it's be in a gang checkin' at the meetin'
Life cycles repeatin'
It's just another sunset fallin' to sea
I can hear the homies the past calling me
And you know what I've discovered
What they keep saying:
Keep your mind on the money,
Mutha *******, to shake busters
Chorus, in Russian (Sissel Kyrkjeb):
Улетай на крыльях ветра
Ты в край родной, родная песня наша,
Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели,
Где было так привольно нам с тобою.
Verse 2 (Warren G):
Have you ever sold millions?
But yet you ****** persist and talk ****
Get off my ****
You'll never catch me slippin'
Rollin' with the heats
Slap da clippin'
I never thought the world'd start trippin'
My life's a trypto
Hit the crypto
Blow the whistle
They think I bang
So I'll pack a pistol
Warren to the G is a G
I don't **** with you *****
So don't **** with me
With me let's ride
To the East side
Slide like a fo
I packs a fo-fo
When I'm steppin' outdo's
To the bang to the boogie
If I speak then I spoke
Warren G'll do it every time to you low
Get the party yeah
Like blazing smoke
The East side of the beach
West side the coast
You know the ****** that I rock with hogs
Attack dogs that say ****** are down to die
Repeat Chorus
Verse 3 (Warren G):
Who's the man?
I've been from London to Japan
Stomp land to land
To the Egyptian sands
You can't check me, disrespect me
You mock me up
With the bass thumpin' out my truck
And all this police trying to lock me up
Money rules the world and I've made the loot
So don't make me shoot
Cos tryin' to match you
Gets you done every time
I ain't tryin' to hurt nobody
But I'm down for mine
Biatch
Money over power
Power over money
Money over power
Power over money
Money over power
Power over money
Money over power
Power over money
Money over power
Biatch, biatch
Repeat Chorus 2 times
