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ron-loc - “#snoopdoggwithaclitslapped” #losangeles #dissrecord lyrics

song: “#snoopdoggwithacl-tslapped” #losangeles #dissrecord
artist: big ron-loc
album: #hostileandhungry6 (the mixtape)
producer: dr. dre

verse 1

i don’t even want to eat right now, my stomach all fuc-ed up from going throughout a pack of black and milds in a morning
couldn’t sleep and wow, im having nightmares that the california highway patrol men done put a bounty on my head psycologically
just imagine my sp-ce, snoopy camp shooting subliminals but i ain’t for play, n-ggas was really riding through the streets to records you wrote, imagine n-ggas catching bodies to you find out you hoe, imagine n-ggas with them choppers wife and kids on the floor, aftermath of the mathamatics fuq win lose or draw, for playing with me no insulting my family card, beefing with all my last breath to put you under the yard, ya catalog reflect a dope fiend bunch of fancy producers, n-ggas was jealous of 2 pac now you and suge taking pictures, just imagine as the preachers reading scriptures, its k!llers pointing choppers at your casket still trying to hit ya, just imagine dr. dre through the bullsh-t when you ran off to new orleans and hid, like a dog with a cl-t, and came home pushing goldie loc and tray dee sh-t, dj battle cat the only thing i was f-cking with, so nowadays we hustle on this internet sh-t, i got access to the beats to show who can’t rap for sh-t, i practice what you preach and f-ck you up every sentence, they question johnny kokran, yo b-tch -ss is a whitness, taunting n-ggas murda was that they gave you, ain’t n0body chase the car f-ck the outlaws two, the karma got you phonies all togather, if pac was still breathing he would f-ck with n-ggas never, he would have cut yall b-tches like the quad studio crowd, except it would have been the phonie -ss business men on the west, im the wrath of what happen when the real mafia, spot the k!llers of a made man, grey headed n-ggas still dropping mixtape’s d-mn

“hook”

this is how i leave a snoopy dogg with a cl-t slap, my raps to gangsta for me to call you a b-tch back
(repeat)

verse 2

you was at the white house for how you give white investors head, it was that n-gga john carey trying to get in obamas head, cause he was mad at some bullsh-t george bush said, and you was trying to catch up with jay z except obama didn’t invite you, that sh-t was just grounds for a scandle but you know you to old to go to jail in dc, like the house of blues show when you got cold feet, you was acting kinda with it pac was really in the street, the whole death row protection was the compton police, they was putting in work an then blaming crips and bloods, and suge knight crooked -ss had the plug, if you was f-cking with the lapd, then you the same kind that the las vegas pd, caint even steal a f-cking bag of chips how they miss pac, floyd ain’t got the same love on my block, simalian pirates with the choppers out collecting investors names
it ain’t no choice if you born black, people choose to be g-y
so when it come to civil right how in the f-ck we the same, when g-ys work for 200 free murdered raped & beat, politically you’ll get your issues pushed with priority

“hook”

this is how i leave a snoopy dogg with a cl-t slap, my raps to gangsta for me to call you a b-tch back
(repeat)

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