Conflicted Chords by Snoop Dogg

[Intro]

[Verse]
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■  If God for me who could be against me
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I guess all them niggas that's against me
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They the ones stirrin' up the conflict
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Then try to make it out like I'm conflicted
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Bitches East Coast niggas in sixfours hittin' switches
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It's not a conflict of interest
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Cuh them niggas with the business
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West Coast niggas rockin' them Timberlands deep up in them trenches
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It's no difference
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Neither one play games when swingin' for them fences
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We want the finer things the shit that's expensive
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The shit that hit 'em either close range or at a distance
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If God for me nigga why bother
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I got my game from the Godfather
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Top of the food chain rock bottom
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And handled my business when it was my problem
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G shit nigga flossin' with a gold chain
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I got my Turkish rope with matchin' gold fangs
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Bomber jacket in the winter it's a cold game
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I met some East Coast niggas up in Spokane
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Some of the realest niggas in this dope game
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I got my curly top lookin' like Special Ed
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Clean fade on the side bumpin' that redhead
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Clean tags when I ride duckin' the fedfeds
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East Coast niggas they get that breadbread
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You fuck with them niggas you end up deaddead
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Them West Coast niggas they leave that lead spread
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And now you got bullets all in your dread head
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If God for me who could be against me
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I guess all them niggas that's against me
Bm                                    
They the ones stirrin' up the conflict
     Bm                                    
Then try to make it out like I'm conflicted
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Bitches Still tryna fuck the riches
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East Coast niggas in sixfours hittin' switches
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It's not a conflict of interest
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Cuh them niggas with the business
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West Coast niggas rockin' them Timberlands deep up in them trenches
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It's no difference
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Fourth and inches
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I'm finna hit a lick and handle business
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I got a down bitch she real vicious
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Rockabye baby no witness
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This is not even a conflict
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You niggas on nonsense
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Niggas die the same way in Brooklyn and Compton
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But niggas with that ganggang them niggas make a profit
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Niggas on top niggas stay poppin'
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Look see I was the high school Slick Rick I was stylin'
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Fat gold chain with an African medallion
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Hiphop connoisseur and Rollin' twenty Crippin'
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Rap game real tight freestyle was magnificent
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All about the clout and all about my dividends
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Them older niggas couldn't tell me different
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I need a 'round the way girl to let me stick it in
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Showtime at the Apollo
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I'm drinking OE up out the bottle
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Take two swigs and pour out a little liquor
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For my niggas who won't live to see tomorrow


[Chorus]
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If God for me who could be against me
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I guess all them niggas that's against me
Bm                                    
They the ones stirrin' up the conflict
     Bm                                    
Then try to make it out like I'm conflicted