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    Freestyle Conversation

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    Freestyle Conversation
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      Lyrics for Snoop Dogg - "Freestyle Conversation"

      [Homey]
      Hey Dogg, let me holla at'cha man

      [Snoop]
      Whats up home?

      [Homey]
      Word is on the streets
      Your beats gone be delicate since Dre did shake the spea's out,
      Man.

      [Snoop]
      Delicate? Beats?
      So that's what makes me now?
      Man, I don't give a fuck about no beat

      (Now let me shake that shit man)
      (I hear ya Dogg)
      (It's a cold, cold thing!)
      (It's a cold thing!)
      (For real, hmm!)

      I got more niggas trying to get at me than the President do sometimes
      Niggas be trying to get at me 'cause I be dropping funky rhymes
      What the fuck is going on? This rap game is made to make money
      You niggas is taking the shit outta hand, acting way too funny
      Doing too much, why'know I see it from the get-go
      What the fuck's going on wit you niggas, y'all trying to play a low pro
      And trying ta be hard and trying ta be big willies or whatever they call it
      I guess it's time for me to act just like an alcoholic
      And step to the game, I'm a stumble in like I don't know
      And if a nigga say something wrong, I'm taking off from the get-go
      I ain't givin no room to try to get me first
      Cause I done been bombed on before and I'ma tell you, man, that's the worst
      Fifth in the world, but I'ma keep my thing together
      Cause I'ma keep making money and hope everything is still together
      Having papers, man, now what y'all niggas doing?
      All y'all broke on the corner, drinking your drink, want to be doing what I'm doing
      But don't get mad and don't be trying to play-hate
      Cause, taking trips around state to state
      Representing, what y'all want to represent
      But y'all can't represent it 'cause y'all got no dollars, no cents
      I'm moving on, grooving on and I'm moving
      Making more moves than the average Cuban
      Trying ta get G's across the town, trying ta make more hits
      And trying to get my game tight and get at your bitch
      Now if she wants to get with this, she gone come holla at a player, do'
      Cause she know that Snoop Dogg is got that white Rolls Royce
      And she wants to jump in, bring a friend
      Cause everything is like alphabet, come on in
      Come on in and bring a friend and you can come on back
      Cause when you do, we gone be sipping on some Cognac
      It's on me, I'm feeling good tonight
      Cause I'ma do mines and I'ma keep everything tight
      I ain't letting nothing leak 'cause if things leak, then I'm get caught
      And I can't get caught 'cause you know how they do it about that child support
      Shit, bitches is cold on a nigga who ain't got his game tight
      Getting 18-point-5 percent, half your life
      Shit, I love my baby boy and all
      But I ain't gonna be paying no bitch, no no, no way Dogg
      I'm too slick on my toes, I'm too tight
      I'm guaranteed to get away from some shit like that, ain't that right
      Cause, when you play in this game you got to be the real player
      You can't be no fake ass nigga talking about you want to be the man
      Cause if you ain't with the game, the game ain't gonna be wit you
      And I can put that on everything including you

      One of every five black males berfore the year 2000 will be detained or deceased
      No justice, no peace
      Yeah the truth hurts, we scared to go to church

      Look here, but don't cut it, getting five points
      Step back for a second, I'm putting less than five to this joint
      If this is the bomb niggas gonna blow up like Atlanta at the Olympics
      Niggas be tripping but I'll be pimping
      I don't be tripping off no nigga at all, no bitches
      Just trying to get money, I don't even be tripping off no switches
      I used to like low-riders but now I like Eastsiders
      I put it down wit me and make a hit maker, y'know what I'm sayin?
      I love the Lakers now 'cause now they got Shaq O'Neal
      It's time to make a million dollars and that's for real
      See we gone blow up and show up and throw up nothing but Dogg Pound
      Give it to ya ta put it down and we'll be round to your town
      So just sit in your seats and wait til we come through
      Until we do just keep smoking gray and blue
      Or whatever you do just stay true to what you do
      Cause we gone keep doing what the fuck we got to do
      Now, follow me now and listen to the instructions
      Cause the game's gonna get deep now, niggas is tryin ta creep
      Trying ta get up on game but they don't want to be down with the PG
      All of a sudden everybody want to dis DP
      Now, what we look like?
      Making y'all diss us, that ain't right
      I should get upset but I'ma stay composed
      Chill for a second, spit at some hos
      Drinking my drink, smoking my dank
      Counting my bank, that shit stank
      Stanky bank is what I got 'cause I'ma keep it
      And nah this ain't no motherfucking secret

      Yeah, we're in drought season
      Niggas looking for a reason
      It's like thanksgiving without the feast
      Yeah the truth hurts, we're scared to go to church

      They got me running from my life, I'm jumping gates
      They got dogs on my ass, but I'm a Dogg
      So I know how to alert and get wit dat shit
      The dog run up on me I give him a cold
      Like nigga back up off me
      He turn around and bite the police,
      Game recognize Snoop Dogg too cold, I'm on my toes
      I slide in the back of a garage, dipping with this ho
      They run right past me, ask me "Have I seen the suspect?"
      "Yeah, he went that way", now for the jack

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      BROOKS/BROADUS
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