This Gangsta Shit Is Too Much Lyrics - Return Of The Regulator - Warren G

1, 2, 1, 2, yeah 

All yeah, we doing it like that 

We flip that, uh 

More in the crib 

Dru, yeah, D-Funk all stars 

That's how we do it, G-Funk, yeah 

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, 'til 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 

Committed to that shit, that makes the gangstas stump 

Chumps can try, if they choose 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 

Gangsta shit is too much 

(Gangsta, gangsta) 

Don't be suckas, can't touch 

(Can't touch) 

It's working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYC 

Warren G with the gangsta three's, ooh wee 

(You know gangsta) 

And the win, on the 7-10 southbound 

Deuce and gin, getting guzzled down by the mouth now 

Smashing a hundred in the car pool 

That's 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 

Gangsta shit is too much 

(Gangsta, gangsta) 

Don't be suckas, can't touch 

(Can't touch) 

It's working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYC 

Warren G with the gangsta three's, ooh wee 

So what's crackin' now, got these haters actin' now 

Backin' down to this gangsta sound 

West coast circus clowns, it's on purpose how I spit 'rounds 

You trying to get down 

Abnorm with the form, swarming heated 

And hitting fools glocks like we got cheated 

Repeated simultaneously 

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 

East Coast, West Coast, 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, yeah 

Gangsta shit is too much 

(Gangsta, gangsta) 

Don't be suckas, can't touch 

(Can't touch) 

It's working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYC 

Warren G with the gangsta three's, ooh wee 

Gangsta shit is too much 

(Gangsta, gangsta) 

Don't be suckas, can't touch 

(Can't touch) 

It's working in the LBC, nonstop to the NYC 

Warren G with the gangsta three's, ooh wee