[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 n***as 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***a
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 n***as 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 n***a 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, n***a
Like a pimp [?] [?], I got hits n***a (Hits n***a)
Mickey Mouse fill this house with them bricks n***a
We on the grind, got money on my mind, my n***as puff pine, y'all n***as sniff lines (N***a)
You do the crime you do the time that's what they told me (Told me)
I'm like LeBron my n***a you can't hold me
King Kobe my n***a 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 n***a
[Chorus: Lil 1/2 Dead, Snoop Dogg & Lil' Flip]
So wrong
So wrong (Yea, lil flipper, n***a)
So wrong
So wrong (Clover G's in the muhfucking building n***a)
So wrong
Life ain't what it used to be (Yea, Young Buck)
I got these coward n***as 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as 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?