So Wrong

[Chorus: Lil 1/2 Dead & Snoop Dogg] So wrong So wrong So wrong So wrong So wrong Life ain't what it used to be I got these coward niggas shootin' at me So wrong So wrong So wrong (Sing it brother) So wrong (Sing it) So wrong It just ain't the same no more A nigga trippin' and stressin' a whore So wrong So wrong So wrong So wrong So wrong That's how life is now homie [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 they lives everyday But meanwhile I see my life is sort of like theirs 'cause other than mom's and Boo-Boo nobody else cares I know you think I'm tweekin' But the only time I gеt to see my kids is on the visitin' weekend I ain't in no chains But sometimеs I get tested by the places I hang And my gang just banged on these niggas from the other side now I got repercussions, 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 nigga I stay strapped [Chorus: Lil 1/2 Dead & Snoop Dogg] So wrong So wrong So wrong So wrong So wrong Life ain't what it used to be I got these coward niggas shootin' at me So wrong So wrong So wrong (Sing it brother) So wrong (Sing it) So wrong It just ain't the same no more A nigga trippin' and stressin' a whore So wrong So wrong So wrong So wrong So wrong That's how life is now homie [Verse 2: Lil' Flip] I'm not a role model (Uh) But you know I got the title (I got the title) And I ain't no American idol I'm more like the American pimp, it's no lie (No lie) So here's a slice of American pie (Yea!) They told me not to rap (Don't do it) but I'm doin' my thang I'm movin' my caine, got pink, red and blue in my chain, nigga Like a pimp [?] [?], I got hits nigga (Hits nigga) Mickey Mouse fill this house with them bricks nigga We on the grind, got money on my mind, my niggas puff pine, y'all niggas sniff lines (Nigga) You do the crime you do the time that's what they told me (Told me) I'm like LeBron my nigga you can't hold me King Kobe my nigga I can't back down (Back down) Get a brick and turn your town into crack town I'm on the block with them Glocks (Putt putt), time to run from the cops, jump the gate 'cause I got hops, gimme props nigga [Chorus: Lil 1/2 Dead, Snoop Dogg & Lil' Flip] So wrong So wrong (Yea, lil flipper, nigga) So wrong So wrong (Clover G's in the muhfucking building nigga) So wrong Life ain't what it used to be (Yea, Young Buck) I got these coward niggas shootin' at me ([?] [?], yea) So wrong So wrong So wrong (Sing it brother) So wrong (Sing it) So wrong It just ain't the same no more A nigga trippin' and stressin' a whore So wrong So wrong So wrong So wrong So wrong That's how life is now homie [Verse 3: Young Buck] These niggas wanna see me dead Instead I'm gettin' this bread, I'm not blue and red but I'll put two to ya head They said I wouldn't make it to see 21 but I did The last homie that got killed I closed his eyelid Fuck friends 'cause in the end niggas turn they back Just 'cause I smoked a blunt with you 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 Bitch come down here to Ca$hville, I ain't hard to find My section is protected by Smith and Wessons and Rugers, a bunch of bulletproof vests and some cold-hearted shooters Motherfucker [Outro: 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 He's gonna be the first DJ wit a Bentley It's fucked up, y'all niggas ain't got no money Y'all need to get down with us, ya know I'm sayin'?, you know? The wolves Ya know I mean?