Conflicted (feat. Nas)歌词
歌手：Snoop Dogg 专辑：BODR
(Chorus: Nas and Snoop Dogg)
If God for me, who could be against me?
I guess all them niggas that's against me
They the ones stirrin' up the conflict
They try to make it out like I'm conflicted, bitches
East Coast niggas in six-fours hittin' switches (Shit)
It's not a conflict of interest
Cuh, them niggas with the business
West Coast niggas rockin' them Timberlands
Deep up in them trenches, it's no difference
(Verse 1: Snoop Dogg)
Neither one play games when swingin' 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, 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 mess with East Coast niggas up in Spokane (What up?)
Some of the realest niggas 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 niggas, they get that bread-bread
You **** 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
(Chorus: Nas and Snoop Dogg)
If God for me, who could be against me?
I guess all them niggas that's against me
They the ones stirrin' up the conflict
They try to make it out like I'm conflicted, bitches
Still tryna **** the richest
East Coast niggas in six-fours hittin' switches (Shit)
It's not a conflict of interest
Cuh, them niggas with the business
West Coast niggas rockin' them Timberlands
Deep up in them trenches, it's no difference
(Verse 2: Snoop Dogg)
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 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 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 O.E. up out the bottle
Take two swigs and pour out a little liquor
For my niggas who won't live to see tomorrow
(Outro: Nas)
If God for me, who could be against me?
I guess all them niggas that's against me
They the ones stirrin' up the conflict
They try to make it out like I'm conflicted
If God for me, who could be against me?
I guess all them niggas that's against me
They the ones stirrin' up the conflict
They try to make it out like I'm conflicted, bitches
East Coast niggas in six-fours hittin' switches (Shit)
It's not a conflict of interest
Cuh, them niggas with the business
West Coast niggas rockin' them Timberlands
Deep up in them trenches, it's no difference
(Verse 1: Snoop Dogg)
Neither one play games when swingin' 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, 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 mess with East Coast niggas up in Spokane (What up?)
Some of the realest niggas 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 niggas, they get that bread-bread
You **** 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
(Chorus: Nas and Snoop Dogg)
If God for me, who could be against me?
I guess all them niggas that's against me
They the ones stirrin' up the conflict
They try to make it out like I'm conflicted, bitches
Still tryna **** the richest
East Coast niggas in six-fours hittin' switches (Shit)
It's not a conflict of interest
Cuh, them niggas with the business
West Coast niggas rockin' them Timberlands
Deep up in them trenches, it's no difference
(Verse 2: Snoop Dogg)
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 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 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 O.E. up out the bottle
Take two swigs and pour out a little liquor
For my niggas who won't live to see tomorrow
(Outro: Nas)
If God for me, who could be against me?
I guess all them niggas that's against me
They the ones stirrin' up the conflict
They try to make it out like I'm conflicted
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