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The Blues has always been totally American As American as apple pie As American as The Blues As American as apple pie The question is why? Why should he Blues be so at home here? Well, America provided the atmosphereYou don't see what I see, every day as Warren GI take a look over my shoulder, as I get olderGettin tired of mothafuckas sayin' "Warren I told ya"(You don't hear what I hear)But it's so hard to live through these yearsWith these funny-bunny niggaz, ain't shit changinGot my mama wonderin if I'm gang-banginBut I don't pay attention to these father figuresI just handle mine, and I'm rollin with my niggazOff to the VIP, you see, Snoop Dogg and Warren GUnbelievable how time just fliesRight before your eyes, but you don't recognizeNow who's the real victim, can you answer that?The nigga that's jackin, or the fool gettin' jacked (Yeah)(Chorus)You don't see what I see, every day as Warren GYou don't hear what I hearLetras de cancionesBut it's so hard to live through these yearsYou don't see what I see, every day as Warren GYou don't hear what I hearBut it's so hard to live through these yearsAnother sunny day, another bright blue sky -Another day, another muthafucka dieThese are the things I went through when I was growin upThere's only one hood, and niggas shit be throwin' upAnd I knew it, There really ain't nothin' to itThinkin' every fool's gotta go through itNow let's go back - (How Far?) Back in timeDraggin to these hookas tryin to mack for mineI remember when we all used to stop at the spotBack then my nigga-name was Snoop Rock (huh)It was all so clearEighty-seven, eighty-eight, then eighty-nine's the yearYou say "everywhere we roll, you can say we roll thick"Way back then two-one-three was the clickSomethin' to stay paid I was just a young hogWarren G, Snoop Rock and Nate Dogg(Chorus)You don't see what I see, every day as Warren GYou don't hear what I hearBut it's so hard to live through these yearsYou don't see what I see, every day as Warren GYou don't hear what I hearBut it's so hard to live through these yearsYou make me want to holler, get out the gameToo many muthafuckas know my nameWhile Snoop Dogg's servin' time up in WaysideI puts it down on the street, don't try to take mineI had to reassure the homie that he wasn't aloneWe'd talk, and him n Nate'd conversate on the phoneHe kept sayin, "Nigga, it won't be longBefore a little skinny nigga like me'll be home"I said, "Snoop, things done change, it's not the sameWe need to get about the game'cause we can get paid in a different wayWit you kickin' dope rhymes and I DJ"Well as time goes past, slowly we try to make itBut things are gettin hectic, I just can't take itShould I A: Go back to slangin' dope?Or should I B: Maintain and try to cope?Or should I C: Just get crazy and wild?But no I chose D: Create the G-ChildIt's been on ever since with me and Mista GrimmThis shit is gettin so hectic that I can't even trust him nowWhat would you do for a Warren G cut?Would you act the fool and nut the fuck up?Back the fuck up, act the fuck up?Niggaz talk shit they get smacked the fuck up, straight up(Chorus then fade)You don't see what I see, every day as Warren GYou don't hear what I hearBut it's so hard to live through these yearsYou don't see what I see, every day as Warren GYou don't hear what I hearBut it's so hard to live through these years From Letras Mania