Regulators
We regulate any stealing of his property
We're damn good too
But you can't be any geek off the street
You gotta be handy with the steel
If you know what I mean, earn your keep
(Regulators)
It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren G. is on the streets, trying to consume
Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk
Just rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone
Just hit the eatside of the L.B.C.
On a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G.
Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak
All of you hoes know what's up with 213
So I hooks a left on the 21 to Lewis
Some niggas shootin' dice so I said "let's do this"
I jumped out the ride, and said "what's up?"
Some niggas pulled some gats so I said "I'm f*cked"
Since these hoes peepin' me I'ma glide and swerve
These bitches lookin' so hard they straight hit the curb
Now they droppin' and yellin', it's a tad bit late
Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate
I'm gettin' jacked, I'm breakin' myself
I can't believe they're taking Warren's wealth
They took my rings, they took my Rolex
I looked at the nigga said "damn, what's next?"
They got my homey hemmed up and they all around
Ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound
Now they droppin' and yellin', it's a tad bit late
(Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate)
I'm gettin' jacked, I'm breakin' myself
I can't believe they're taking Warren's wealth
They took my rings, they took my Rolex
I looked at the nigga said "damn, what's next?"
They got my homey hemmed up and they all around
Ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound
But niggas talkin' big shit before they start to clown
I best pull out my strap and lay them bustas down
Regulators
We regulate any stealing of his property
We're damn good too
But you can't be any geek off the street
You gotta be handy with the steel
If you know what I mean, earn your keep
(Regulators)
I'm tweakin' into a whole new era
G-funk, step to this, I dare ya
Funk on a whole new level
The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble
Chords, strings, we brings melody
G-funk, where rhythm is life and life is rhythm
If you know like I know
You don't wanna step to this
It's the G-funk era, funked out with a gangsta twist
If you smoke like I smoke
Then you're high like everyday
And if yo' ass is a busta, 213 will regulate
Just like I thought, they were in the same spot
In need of some desperate help
But Nate Dogg and the G child were in need of somethin' else
One of them dames was sexy as hell
I said "Ooh, I like your size!"
She said "My car's f*cked up
And you seem real nice, would you let me ride?"
I got a car full of hoes and it's goin' real swell
The next stop is the Eastside Motel
Regulate Video (MV)
Performed By: The Infamous West Coast
Language: English
Written by: Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller, Nathaniel Hale, Warren Iii Griffin
The Infamous West Coast - Regulate Lyrics
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English
Regulators
We regulate any stealing of his property
We're damn good too
But you can't be any geek off the street
You gotta be handy with the steel
If you know what I mean, earn your keep
(Regulators)
It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren G. is on the streets, trying to consume
Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk
Just rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone
Just hit the eatside of the L.B.C.
On a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G.
Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak
All of you hoes know what's up with 213
So I hooks a left on the 21 to Lewis
Some niggas shootin' dice so I said "let's do this"
I jumped out the ride, and said "what's up?"
Some niggas pulled some gats so I said "I'm f*cked"
Since these hoes peepin' me I'ma glide and swerve
These bitches lookin' so hard they straight hit the curb
Now they droppin' and yellin', it's a tad bit late
Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate
I'm gettin' jacked, I'm breakin' myself
I can't believe they're taking Warren's wealth
They took my rings, they took my Rolex
I looked at the nigga said "damn, what's next?"
They got my homey hemmed up and they all around
Ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound
Now they droppin' and yellin', it's a tad bit late
(Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate)
I'm gettin' jacked, I'm breakin' myself
I can't believe they're taking Warren's wealth
They took my rings, they took my Rolex
I looked at the nigga said "damn, what's next?"
They got my homey hemmed up and they all around
Ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound
But niggas talkin' big shit before they start to clown
I best pull out my strap and lay them bustas down
Regulators
We regulate any stealing of his property
We're damn good too
But you can't be any geek off the street
You gotta be handy with the steel
If you know what I mean, earn your keep
(Regulators)
I'm tweakin' into a whole new era
G-funk, step to this, I dare ya
Funk on a whole new level
The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble
Chords, strings, we brings melody
G-funk, where rhythm is life and life is rhythm
If you know like I know
You don't wanna step to this
It's the G-funk era, funked out with a gangsta twist
If you smoke like I smoke
Then you're high like everyday
And if yo' ass is a busta, 213 will regulate
Just like I thought, they were in the same spot
In need of some desperate help
But Nate Dogg and the G child were in need of somethin' else
One of them dames was sexy as hell
I said "Ooh, I like your size!"
She said "My car's f*cked up
And you seem real nice, would you let me ride?"
I got a car full of hoes and it's goin' real swell
The next stop is the Eastside Motel
We regulate any stealing of his property
We're damn good too
But you can't be any geek off the street
You gotta be handy with the steel
If you know what I mean, earn your keep
(Regulators)
It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren G. is on the streets, trying to consume
Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk
Just rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone
Just hit the eatside of the L.B.C.
On a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G.
Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak
All of you hoes know what's up with 213
So I hooks a left on the 21 to Lewis
Some niggas shootin' dice so I said "let's do this"
I jumped out the ride, and said "what's up?"
Some niggas pulled some gats so I said "I'm f*cked"
Since these hoes peepin' me I'ma glide and swerve
These bitches lookin' so hard they straight hit the curb
Now they droppin' and yellin', it's a tad bit late
Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate
I'm gettin' jacked, I'm breakin' myself
I can't believe they're taking Warren's wealth
They took my rings, they took my Rolex
I looked at the nigga said "damn, what's next?"
They got my homey hemmed up and they all around
Ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound
Now they droppin' and yellin', it's a tad bit late
(Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate)
I'm gettin' jacked, I'm breakin' myself
I can't believe they're taking Warren's wealth
They took my rings, they took my Rolex
I looked at the nigga said "damn, what's next?"
They got my homey hemmed up and they all around
Ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound
But niggas talkin' big shit before they start to clown
I best pull out my strap and lay them bustas down
Regulators
We regulate any stealing of his property
We're damn good too
But you can't be any geek off the street
You gotta be handy with the steel
If you know what I mean, earn your keep
(Regulators)
I'm tweakin' into a whole new era
G-funk, step to this, I dare ya
Funk on a whole new level
The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble
Chords, strings, we brings melody
G-funk, where rhythm is life and life is rhythm
If you know like I know
You don't wanna step to this
It's the G-funk era, funked out with a gangsta twist
If you smoke like I smoke
Then you're high like everyday
And if yo' ass is a busta, 213 will regulate
Just like I thought, they were in the same spot
In need of some desperate help
But Nate Dogg and the G child were in need of somethin' else
One of them dames was sexy as hell
I said "Ooh, I like your size!"
She said "My car's f*cked up
And you seem real nice, would you let me ride?"
I got a car full of hoes and it's goin' real swell
The next stop is the Eastside Motel
Writer: Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller, Nathaniel Hale, Warren Iii Griffin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.