[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?