Warren G took nearly three years to complete his second album, returning in the spring of 1997 with Take A Look Over Your Shoulder, which was greeted with decidedly mixed reviews and weak sales. I Want It All followed in 1999 with The Return of the Regulator appearing two years later. In 2005 he signed with Lightyear Enterntainment and released In the Mid-Nite Hour.
Reality
Warren G Lyrics
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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
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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