Do You See

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 the Blues be so at home here?
Well, America provided the atmosphere

You don't see what I see
Every day as Warren G
I take a look over my shoulder, as I get older
Gettin' tired of motherfuckers sayin', "Warren, I told ya"
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years
With these funny-bunny niggas, ain't shit changin'
Got my mama wonderin' if I'm gang-bangin'
But I don't pay attention to these father figures
I just handle mine, and I'm rollin' with my niggas

Off to the VIP, you see
Snoop Dogg and Warren G
Unbelievable how time just flies
Right before your eyes, but you don't recognize
Now, who's the real victim, can you answer that?
The nigga that's jackin, or the fool gettin' jacked? (Yeah)

You don't see what I see
Every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years
You don't see what I see
Every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years

Another sunny day, another bright blue sky
Another day, another motherfucker die
These are the things I went through when I was growin' up
There's only one hood, and niggas shit be throwin' up
And I knew it, there really ain't nothin' to it
Thinkin' every fool's gotta go through it
Now, let's go back (how far?), back in time
Draggin' to these hookers tryna mack for mine

I remember when we all used to stop at the spot
Back then my nigga name was "Snoop Rock"
It was all so clear
'87, '88, then '89's the year
You say, "Everywhere we roll, you can say we roll thick"
Way back then, two-one-three was a clique
Somethin' to stay paid, I was just a young hog
Warren G, Snoop Rock and Nate Dogg

You don't see what I see
Every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years
You don't see what I see
Every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear
But it's so hard to live through these years

You make me wanna holler, get out the game
Too many motherfuckers know my name
While Snoop Dogg's servin' time up in Wayside
I puts it down on the street, don't try to take mine
I had to reassure the homie that he wasn't alone
We'd talk, and him and Nate'd conversate on the phone
He kept sayin', "Nigga, it won't be long
Before a little skinny nigga like me'll be home"

I said, "Snoop, things done change, it's not the same
We need to get about the game
'Cause we can get paid in a different way
Wit' you kickin' dope rhymes and I DJ"

Well, as time go past, slowly we try to make it
But things are gettin' hectic, I just can't take it
Should 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-Child
It's been on ever since with me and Mista Grimm
This shit is gettin' so hectic that I can't even trust him now

(What 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?
Niggas talk shit, they get smacked the fuck up, straight up

You don't see what I see
Every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear (what I hear)
But it's so hard to live through these years
You don't see what I see (what I see)
Every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear (what I hear)
But it's so hard to live through these years

You don't see what I see (what I see)
Every day as Warren G
You don't hear what I hear (what I hear)
But it's so hard to live through these years
You don't see what I see (what I see)
Every day as Warren G...