(feat. Nate Dogg, 50 Cent)



[Chorus: Nate 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' me

So wrong

So wrong

So wrong

So wrong

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



[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 lives everyday but meanwhile

I see my life is sort of like theres

Cause other than moms and Boo-Boo nobody else cares

I know you think I'm tweekin'

But the only time I get to see my kids is on the visiting weekend

I ain't in no chains

But sometimes I get tested by the places I hang

And my game just banged on these niggas from the other side

Now I got reprecussions

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: Nate 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' me

So wrong

So wrong

So wrong

So wrong

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



[Verse 2: Lil Flip]

I'm not a role model but you know I got the title

And I ain't no american idol

I'm more like the american pimp its no lie

so heres a slice of american pie

They told me not to rap but I'm doing my thang

I'm movin' my caine

Got pink, red and blue in my chain

Nigga I'm like a pimp writin' scripts

I got hits nigga

I fill the house with the bricks nigga

We on the grind

Got money on my mind

My niggas puff pine

Ya'll niggas sniff lines

You do the crime you do the time thats what they told me

I'm like LeBron my nigga you can't hold me

My nigga I can't back down

Get a brick and turn ya town into crack town

I'm on the blocks with them blocks

I don't run from the cops

Dump the yay cause I got



[Chorus: Nate 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' me

So wrong

So wrong

So wrong

So wrong

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



[Verse 3: Young Buck]

These niggas wanna see me dead

Instead

I'm gettin' this bread

I'm not blue or red

But I'll put two to your 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 ya 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 Westons and Rugers

A bunch of bulletproof vestes and some cold-hearted shooters

Motherfucker



[Chorus: Nate 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' me

So wrong

So wrong

So wrong

So wrong

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



[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 hes gonna be the first DJ with a Bentley

Its fucked up

Ya'll niggas ain't got no money

Ya'll need to get down with us

Ya know what I'm sayin'?

You know?

The wolves

Ya''ll know what I mean?