Here Comes Another Hit Lyrics - Return Of The Regulator - Warren G

[Warren G] 

Waiting around a crew of thugs 

That parade in blue, and yelling 'cause (whats up cuz) 

Ate by selling drugs 

'38 snub in the waist, in case fools lose love 

These days still the same 

I can steal the flame, eyes kill with the pain 

So I advise why'all to chill with the games 

Entertain for the cheddar and the change 

So fuck whoever, in the fame, forever a man 

Around my dogs, banging the pound, swanging the town 

How we choose, now I'm aggravated and assault is my next move 

Success means issues, so I guess it's time for me to disclude 

Handle mines, we use pistols 

G's move with the conscience 

When we disaprove of that nonsense 

Ex-cons with that gangsta gangsta gangsta shit 

Here come another hit 

[Chorus: Nate Dogg] 

I think it's time we do it, they said it couldn't be done 

Still we making paper, still we having fun 

I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G 

Tightest combination, in the industry 

Here comes another one 

[Mista Grimm] 

I can see us smashing up the shore past laws that's lost 

2000 Ucon Excel, duel exhaust 

TV screen, DVD, E-mail 

Passenger, bad female, what the hell 

Stash spot, with the hollow head shell 

Niggas start trippin, I'm on the next tail 

Hands free, callin' up my nigga Warren G 

I pull strings, like Mya Landske 

Bulletproof, emotint you can't see 

Mr. G rollin' up weed, afghany sensee 

Bad MC, Mike Fiend, you the know spinage 

Like wintergreenmint, talk shit 

Sleep with the fish, you cement 

New residence, with no hesitance 

It gets tints on the floor 

Staple center chick, next to Denzel and Nicholsen 

Phil Jackson whistlin' 

[Chorus] 

[Warren G] 

Mean mugs in the club, mean nothing to us 

In South scene, me and the team trying to fuck us some sluts 

Dying to fuck, I chuck us when we step through 

Poppin' our collars, with our nephews 

Next to you, you got millionaires moving 

Hitting the dance floor, stealing their groovin' 

Doing they damn thing, and ain't worried about a damn thing 

But man, that's the celebrity ways 

Poppin' a litty got some rappers scared of these days 

Industry ways, that's how Hollywood pays 

Uh, top dollar when I dip my Impala 

In front of the club, make your woman want to holla (holla) 

At a playa though, what's your dude yo 

I keep it gangsta, I ain't trying to be rude hoe 

Oh, you know how that shit go 

Or give when cats get fed off the four or fifths