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snoop dogg - so wrong lyrics

(feat. nate dogg, 50 cent)

[chorus: nate dogg]
so wrong
so wrong
so wrong
so wrong
so wrong
life ain’t what it used to be
i got these coward n-gg-s shootin’ me
so wrong
so wrong
so wrong
so wrong
so wrong
it just ain’t the same no more
a n-gg- trippin’ and stressin’ a wh-r-
so wrong
so wrong
so wrong
so wrong
so wrong

[verse 1: snoop dogg]
i’m just sittin’ back vibin’ to some al green now
10, 11, 12 years in the game and i came from the seenile
got a gang of loved ones in the penile
fighting for lives everyday but meanwhile
i see my life is sort of like theres
cause other than moms and boo-boo n-body else cares
i know you think i’m tweekin’
but the only time i get to see my kids is on the visiting weekend
i ain’t in no chains
but sometimes i get tested by the places i hang
and my game just banged on these n-gg-s from the other side
now i got reprecussions
suckas is bustin’
talk is cheap
and for some apparent reason the streets keep watchin’ me
well watch me
and watch ya back
pop pop i got ya that
ratta tat
n-gg- i stay strapped

[verse 2: lil flip]
i’m not a role model but you know i got the t-tle
and i ain’t no american idol
i’m more like the american pimp its no lie
so heres a slice of american pie
they told me not to rap but i’m doing my thang
i’m movin’ my caine
got pink, red and blue in my chain
n-gg- i’m like a pimp writin’ scripts
i got hits n-gg-
i fill the house with the bricks n-gg-
we on the grind
got money on my mind
my n-gg-s puff pine
ya’ll n-gg-s sniff lines
you do the crime you do the time thats what they told me
i’m like lebron my n-gg- you can’t hold me
my n-gg- i can’t back down
get a brick and turn ya town into crack town
i’m on the blocks with them blocks
i don’t run from the cops
dump the yay cause i got

[verse 3: young buck]
these n-gg-s wanna see me dead
instead
i’m gettin’ this bread
i’m not blue or red
but i’ll put two to your head
they said i wouldn’t make it to see 21 but i did
the last homie that got killed i closed his eyelid
f-ck friends cause in the end n-gg-s turn they back
just cause i smoked a blunt with ya don’t mean we cool like that
and your hood ain’t no harder than mine
i put in more work than you on your own block i know that you lyin’
i got one hand on the wheel other hand on my nine
b-tch come down here to ca$hville i ain’t hard to find
my section is protected by smith and westons and rugers
a bunch of bulletproof vestes and some cold-hearted shooters
motherf-cker

[50 cent:]
by the way you know my dj, whoo kid?
i get a phone call from these guys from 310
you know out there in l.a.?
you know i found out some new news about my dj too
yeah hes gonna be the first dj with a bentley
its f-cked up
ya’ll n-gg-s ain’t got no money
ya’ll need to get down with us
ya know what i’m sayin’?
you know?
the wolves
ya”ll know what i mean?

- snoop dogg lyrics

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