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Snoop Dogg

Conflicted

 

Conflicted

(album: BODR - 2022)


If God for me, who could be against me?
I guess all them niggas that's against me
They the ones stirring up the conflict
Then try to make it out like I'm conflicted
Bitches
East Coast niggas in six-fours hitting switches (Shit)
It's not a conflict of interest
Cuh, them niggas with the business
West Coast niggas rocking them Timberlands deep up in them trenches
It's no difference

Neither one play games when swinging for them fences
We want the finer things, the shit that's expensive
The shit that hit 'em either close range or at a distance
If God for me, nigga, why bother?
I got my game from the Godfather (Woof)
Top of the food chain, rock bottom
And handled my business when it was my problem
G shit, nigga flossing with a gold chain
I got my Turkish rope with matching gold fangs
Bomber jacker in the winter, it's a cold game
I met some East Coast niggas up in Spokane (What up?)
Some of the realest niggas in this dope game
I got my curly top, looking like Special Ed
Clean fade on the side, bumping that redhead
Clean tags when I ride, ducking the fed-feds
East Coast niggas, they get that bread-bread
You fuck with them niggas, you end up dead-dead
Them West Coast niggas, they leave that lead spread
And now you got bullets all in your dread head

If God for me, who could be against me?
I guess all them niggas that's against me
They the ones stirring up the conflict
Then try to make it out like I'm conflicted
Bitches
Still tryna fuck the riches
East Coast niggas in six-fours hitting switches (Shit)
It's not a conflict of interest
Cuh, them niggas with the business
West Coast niggas rocking them Timberlands deep up in them trenches
It's no difference

Fourth and inches
I'm finna hit a lick and handle business
I got a down bitch, she real vicious
Rock-a-bye baby, no witness
This is not even a conflict
You niggas on nonsense
Niggas die the same way in Brooklyn and Compton
But niggas with that gang-gang, them niggas make a profit
Niggas on top, niggas stay popping
Look, see, I was the high school Slick Rick, I was styling
Fat gold chain with an African medallion
Hip-hop connoisseur and Rolling 20 Cripping
Rap game real tight, freestyle was magnificent
All about the clout and all about my dividends
Them older niggas couldn't tell me different
I need a 'round the way girl to let me stick it in
Showtime at the Apollo
I'm drinking OE up out the bottle
Take two swigs and pour out a little liquor for my niggas who won't live to see tomorrow

If God for me, who could be against me?
I guess all them niggas that's against me
They the ones stirring up the conflict
Then try to make it out like I'm conflicted

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