Reality
Warren G Lyrics


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I don't know why they mad at me
They can't catch me but still they after me
When we deal face to face, is a tragedy
You ask why i got my gun they might blast at me
Real niggaz, real shit, reality
Who gives a fuck if you niggaz is mad at me
Fuck around with Warren G its a tragedy
Real niggaz, real shit, reality

Warren G top dog
Patrollin the beach
Niggaz say they as hard as bitch
But they're as soft as a peach
Claimin the G of all G's
Please
I come blowin through like the breeze
Sittin on threes
Post it
Coastin mashing down Pacfic Coastin
The bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon
With nuts hangin' from the city
Where the bangers is being banging
it don't seem like shit is changing
I holla'd at the homey the other day
G'ded up at the park sippin alisah
One of the homeys took a beaten
So now we spend at being a gang
of checking at the meetin like cycles repeatin
It's just another sunset fall in sea
I can here the homeys in the past callin me
And you know what i discovered
What they keep saying
Keep your mind on your money
muthafuckers and shake busters

Chorus

Have you ever sold millions
But yet you niggaz persist to talk shit
Get of my dick
You never catch me slipping
Rollin with the heat
Slap the clip in
I never thought the world would started trippin
My life is a trip, though
Hit the crip though
Blow the whistle
They think i banged
So i packed a pistol
Warren to tha 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 buggy
If i speak then i spoke
Warren G do it every time to you Locc
Get the party beat like blaze and smoke
The east side and the beach
West side of the coast
You know the niggaz that i ride with
Hogs, attack dogs
the same niggaz i'm down to die with muthafucka

Chours

Who's the man
I've been from London to Japan
Stomp land to land
To the Egyptian sands
You can't check me
Dis-respect me
Or mop me up
With the base bumpin' out my truck
And all these police trying to lock me up
Money rules the world
And I made the loot
So don't make me shoot
'cause trying to mash
Will get you done every time
I ain't trying to hurt nobody
But i'm down for mine





Chorus

Overall Meaning

In the song Reality by Warren G, he addresses the issue of people being mad at him and trying to catch him. He brings up the reality of the situation and the violence associated with it. He speaks of the realness of being in the streets and the need to carry a gun for protection, knowing that people might blast him. Warren G then goes on to assert his position as a top dog and how he rolls through the streets with ease, coasting down the Pacific Coast, sitting on threes, and posting. Warren G talks about the changing times and his need to always protect himself, even when he sold millions. He goes ahead and tells individuals to stay off his back as he won’t tolerate any disrespect or harm to his life.


The song is a reflection of the reality of life in the streets, the need for protection, and the struggle for respect. Warren G acknowledges that although he has sold millions, the circumstances in the streets haven't changed, and he has to be cautious always. The song emphasizes the theme of reality and its implications.


Line by Line Meaning

I don't know why they mad at me
Warren G doesn't understand why people are angry with him


They can't catch me but still they after me
People can't catch Warren G but they continue to pursue him


When we deal face to face, is a tragedy
If Warren G confronts someone in person, it usually ends badly


You ask why i got my gun they might blast at me
Warren G carries a gun because people might try to shoot him


Real niggaz, real shit, reality
This is what it means to live the life of a real gangster


Who gives a fuck if you niggaz is mad at me
Warren G doesn't care if people are upset with him


Fuck around with Warren G its a tragedy
People who mess with Warren G end up regretting it


Warren G top dog
Warren G is the leader of his crew


Patrollin the beach
Warren G is driving around the streets near the beach


Niggaz say they as hard as bitch
Other gang members claim to be tough


But they're as soft as a peach
In reality, they're weak


Claimin the G of all G's Please
They claim to be the ultimate gangster, but Warren G isn't buying it


I come blowin through like the breeze
Warren G is cruising past them effortlessly


Sittin on threes
Warren G is riding on rims that cost $3000 each


Post it
He's posting up and hanging out


Coastin mashing down Pacfic Coastin
He's driving down the Pacific Coast Highway


The bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon
His car has black rims and it's a black Yukon


With nuts hangin' from the city
There are people hanging out, probably gang members


Where the bangers is being banging
This is where all the gang activity is happening


it don't seem like shit is changing
Despite the violence, nothing is improving here


I holla'd at the homey the other day
He recently talked to one of his friends


G'ded up at the park sippin alisah
They were dressed in gang clothing and drinking Alizé at the park


One of the homeys took a beaten
One of his friends got into a fight and lost


So now we spend at being a gang
They are devoting more time and energy to being in a gang


of checking at the meetin like cycles repeatin
They're attending gang meetings like it's a routine


It's just another sunset fall in sea
The scene looks the same as every other day as the sun sets over the ocean


I can here the homeys in the past callin me
Warren G hears the voices of his deceased friends calling out to him


And you know what i discovered
Warren G has made a realization


What they keep saying
His deceased friends continue to communicate with him


Keep your mind on your money
They're advising him to focus on making money


muthafuckers and shake busters
He should ignore the haters and those who can't get things done


Have you ever sold millions
Warren G is a successful musician


But yet you niggaz persist to talk shit
People still talk badly about him despite his success


Get of my dick
He wants people to leave him alone


You never catch me slipping
People can't catch him off guard


Rollin with the heat
Warren G carries a gun


Slap the clip in
He's ready to load his gun


I never thought the world would started trippin
He's surprised by how dangerous the world has become


My life is a trip, though
His life is like a wild ride


Hit the crip though
He's affiliated with the Crips gang


Blow the whistle
He's ready to take action against his enemies


They think i banged
People assume he was involved in gang activity


So i packed a pistol
He's carrying a gun for protection


Warren to tha G is a G
He's a true gangster


I don't fuck with you nigga
He doesn't associate with weak people


So don't fuck with me
He warns others not to mess with him


Let's ride to the east side
He's heading to the east side of town


Slide like a fo
He's driving smoothly like a Porsche


I packs a fo-fo
He's carrying a .44 Magnum gun


When i'm steppin out doors
When he goes outside


To the bang to the buggy
He's going to where the gang activity is happening


If i speak then i spoke
If he says something, he means it


Warren G do it every time to you Locc
He always comes through as the real gangster


Get the party beat like blaze and smoke
He knows how to get the party started


The east side and the beach
He's representing both areas of town


West side of the coast
He's from the western part of the United States


You know the niggaz that i ride with
He's staying loyal to his crew


Hogs, attack dogs
His associates are tough and dangerous


the same niggaz i'm down to die with muthafucka
He's ready to die for his friends


Who's the man
Warren G is the man


I've been from London to Japan
He's traveled the world


Stomp land to land
He's walked on many different parts of the earth


To the Egyptian sands
He's been to Egypt


You can't check me
No one can challenge Warren G


Dis-respect me
People should show him respect


Or mop me up
Or they'll be easily defeated


With the base bumpin' out my truck
His car stereo is blasting loud music


And all these police trying to lock me up
The police are trying to arrest him


Money rules the world
Money is the most important thing in life


And I made the loot
Warren G has made a lot of money


So don't make me shoot
He's warning others to stay away from him


'cause trying to mash
If anyone tries to challenge him


Will get you done every time
They will be defeated every time


I ain't trying to hurt nobody
Warren G doesn't want to cause harm


But i'm down for mine
But he will do what he needs to do to survive




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Written by: WARREN III GRIFFIN, SYLVESTER STEWART

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