Do You See - Warren G, Nate Dogg

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

Getting tired of mothafuckas saying, «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 changing

Got my Mama wondering if I’m gang banging

But I don’t pay attention to these father figures

I just handle mine, and I’m rolling 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 jacking or the fool getting jacked?

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 muthafucka die

These are the things I went through when I was growing up

There’s only one hood, and niggas shit be throwing up

And I knew it, there really ain’t nothing to it

Thinking every fool’s gotta go through it

Now let’s go back, how far, back in time

Dragging to these hookas trying to 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 '89s the year

You say everywhere we roll, you can say we roll thick

Way back then 2−1-3 was the clique

Something 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 holla, get out the game

Too many muthafuckas know my name

While Snoop Dogg’s serving 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 saying, «Nigga, it won’t be long

Before a little skinny nigga like me’ll be home»

I said «Snoop, things done changed, it’s not the same

We need to get up out the game

Cause we can get paid in a different way

With you kicking dope rhymes and I DJ»

Well as time goes past, slowly we try to make it

But things are getting hectic, I just can’t take it

Should I, A: Go back to slanging 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 getting 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

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 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