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The Best Rap Album in the World… Ever!
Disc 1
01. I Got 5 on It
02. Gangsta’s Paradise
03. Regulate
04. Mr. Wendal
05. White Lines (Don’t Don’t Do It)
06. I Wish
07. Boombastic
08. Jump Around
09. Boom! Shake the Room
10. U Can’t Touch This
11. (You Gotta) Fight for Your Right (to Party)
12. Walk This Way
13. No Fronts
14. Come Baby Come
15. Boom-Shack-A-Lak
16. Hip Hop Hooray
17. Whatta Man
18. Gimme That Body
19. Ain’t No Time to Play
20. I’ll Be Around
Disc 2
01. Rapper’s Delight
02. The Message
03. That’s How I’m Livin’
04. Don’t Believe the Hype
05. Me, Myself and I
06. Too Hot
07. Getto Jam
08. Around the Way Girl
09. Lovesick
10. Set Adrift on Memory Bliss
11. Karmacoma
12. Brown Sugar
13. One Shot
14. Can’t You See
15. Can I Kick It?
16. Wash Your Face in My Sink
17. It’s A Shame
18. Hand of the Dead Body
Regulators
We regulate any stealin' of his property
We're damn good too
But you can't be any geek off the street
Gotta be handy with the steel
If you know what I mean, earn your keep
(Regulators, mount up)

It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren G was on the streets, tryin' to consume
Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some phones
Rollin' in my ride, chillin' all alone

Just hit the east side of the LBC
On a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G
Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak
All you skirts know what's up with 213

So I hooks a left on 21 and Lewis
Some brothas shootin' dice, so I said, "Let's do this"
I jumped out the ride, and said, "What's up?"
Some brothas pulled some gats, so I said, "I'm stuck"

Since these girls peepin' me, I'ma glide and swerve
These hookers lookin' so hard, they straight hit the curb
Onto bigger, better things than some horny tricks
I see my homie and some suckers all in his mix

I'm gettin' jacked, I'm breakin' myself
I can't believe they takin' Warren's wealth
They took my rings, they took my Rolex
I looked at the brotha said, "Damn, what's next?"

They got my homie hemmed up and they all around
Can't none of 'em see him if they going straight pound for pound
They wanna come up real quick before they start to clown
I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down

They got guns to my head, I think I'm goin' down
I can't believe this happenin' in my own town
If I had wings I would fly, let me contemplate
I glanced in the cut and I see my homie Nate

Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole
Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
Now they droppin' and yellin', it's a tad bit late
Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate

I laid all them busters down, I let my gat explode
Now I'm switchin' my mind back into freak mode
If you want skirts, sit back and observe
I just left a gang of those over there on the curb

Now Nate got the freaks and that's a known fact
Before I got jacked, I was on the same track
Back up, back up, 'cause it's on
N-A-T-E and me, the Warren to the G

Just like I thought, they were in the same spot
In need of some desperate help
But Nate Dogg and the G-child
We're in need of something else
One of them dames was sexy as hell
I said, "Ooh, I like your size"
She said, "My car's broke down, and you seem real nice
Would ya let me ride?"
I got a car full of girls, and it's goin' real swell
The next stop is the Eastside Motel

I'm tweaking, 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 your ass is a buster, 213 will regulate