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Prince Igor Lyrics[Verse 1: Warren G]
Warren G Top Dogg patrolling the beach
Niggas say they're hard as bricks but they're soft as a peach
Claiming the G of all G's, please
I come blowing through like the breeze
Sitting on the threes
Posted coast it and mash it down Pacific Coast
In the bomb chrome rims, black on black Yukon
With nuts hangin'
From the city, where the bangers be bangin'
It don't seem like has changed and
I hollered at a homey the other day
G'd up at the park, Sippin Alisay
One of the homies took a beatin'
So now we'll start to be a gang and checkin' at the meetin'
Like cycles repeatin'
It's just another sunset fall and see
I can hear the homies that pass calling me
And you know what I discover what they keep sayin'
Keep your mind and your money motherfuckers
And shake busters

[Chorus: Sissel]
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 niggas persist to talk shit
Get off my dick
Ya never catch me slippin'
Rollin' with the heat slap the clip in
I never thought the world would start trippin'
My life's a trip though, hit the crypto, blow the whistle
They think I bang, so I pack a pistol
Warren to the G is a G
I don't fuck with you nigga
So don't fuck with me, let's ride
To the East Side, slide like a fo
I packs a fo-fo, when I'm steppin' out doors
To the bang to the boogie, if I speak then I spoke
Warren G you do it every time, till ya loc
Get the party lit like blazin' smoke
The East Side of the beach, West side of the coast
You know the niggas that arrive with hogs
Attack dogs to say niggas are down to die with, motherfucker

[Chorus: Sissel]
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 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 or mock me up
With the bass bumping out my truck
And all these police tryin' to lock me up
Money rules the world, and I made the loot
So don't make me shoot
'Cause trying to match'll
Get you down every time
I ain't trying to hurt nobody
But I'm down for mine, biatch

[Bridge: Warren G]
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

[Chorus: Sissel]
Улетай на крыльях ветра
Ты в край родной, родная песня наша
Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели
Где было так привольно нам с тобою
Улетай на крыльях ветра
Ты в край родной, родная песня наша
Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели
Где было так привольно нам с тобою