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Conflicted
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Snoop Dogg
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If God for me, who could be against me? I guess all them n***as that's against me They the ones stirrin' up the conflict Then try to make it out like I'm conflicted B*t*hes East Coast n***as in six-fours hittin' switches (Sh*t) It's not a conflict of interest Cuh, them n***as with the business West Coast n***as rockin' them Timberlands deep up in them trenches It's no difference Neither one play games when swingin' for them fences We want the finer things, the sh*t that's еxpensive The sh*t that hit 'еm either close range or at a distance If God for me, n***a, 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 sh*t, n***a flossin' with a gold chain I got my Turkish rope with matchin' gold fangs Bomber jacker in the winter, it's a cold game I met some East Coast n***as up in Spokane (What up?) Some of the realest n***as in this dope game I got my curly top, lookin' like Special Ed Clean fade on the side, bumpin' that redhead Clean tags when I ride, duckin' the fed-feds East Coast n***as, they get that bread-bread You f**k with them n***as, you end up dead-dead Them West Coast n***as, 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 n***as that's against me They the ones stirrin' up the conflict Then try to make it out like I'm conflicted B*t*hes Still tryna f**k the riches East Coast n***as in six-fours hittin' switches (Sh*t) It's not a conflict of interest Cuh, them n***as with the business West Coast n***as rockin' 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 b*t*h, she real vicious Rock-a-bye baby, no witness This is not even a conflict You n***as on nonsense N***as die the same way in Brooklyn and Compton But n***as with that gang-gang, them n***as make a profit N***as on top, n***as stay poppin' Look, see, I was the high school Slick Rick, I was stylin' Fat gold chain with an African medallion Hip-hop connoisseur and Rollin' 20 Crippin' Rap game real tight, freestyle was magnificent All about the clout and all about my dividends Them older n***as 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 n***as who won't live to see tomorrow If God for me, who could be against me? I guess all them n***as that's against me They the ones stirrin' up the conflict Then try to make it out like I'm conflicted
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