| Geah, first of all
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| Givin honor to God, and all the ministers on the pulpits
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| Ushers, deacons, and my lovely choir
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| They sound so beautiful, don’t you agree?
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| Sing it sister.
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| Yeah, we’d like to welcome y’all inside this R&G
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| Rhythm & Gangsta: The Masterpiece
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| Such a, heavenly experience
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| Alchemist, break it down for me nephew
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| Let me preach to 'em one time, chuuch
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| In the beginning as a child I was chosen
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| Though not knowin the reason while still my eyes opened
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| Whatever the purpose, I surfaced above the fog
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| Love was given to all, outside livin the ball
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| As an adolescent, one black child, I had a message
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| To reach teachin the masses, I wrote my first passage
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| It was jotted down, created in the form of a rap
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| I’m young, livin in the city of jackers and gangbangin
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| And dope dealin, cold feelin to be a product of nigg*az around you
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| Once you get on top they down you
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| But the temptation got me, streets caught me watchin
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| I found myself grindin on the streets quite often
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| With a blue rag, bangin the dub, fo'-fifth coffin
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| At the spot, 61st, 40 blocks from the Eastside
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| Where most of the big homies had a glock and flossed the G-ride
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| Ni*gaz throwin up hands but it wasn’t no peace signs
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| Never fo' a second did I think to let my light shine
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| Hardheaded, thought I was grown, messin up
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| Disrespectin my home, not carin 'bout what moms what sayin
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| And then I found out that mom wasn’t playin
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| Today, I love you for it, back then, I couldn’t understand
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| Get my life right, step it up, ni*ga be a man
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| Never be a victim, of what the system might hit you with
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| Through the stripes still gotta shine my light
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| I’ve grown, to comprehend the game; |
| my name is Big Snoop Boss Dogg
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| Just a block and a phone call away
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| I’ve reached the status, of a modern day John Baptist
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| I’m preachin just what I practice
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| To each and all, I got a word from the Beach to acros the globe
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| Man woman young and old
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| Don’t gain the world, lose your soul to spite
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| Many circumstances Doggy gon' shine my light cause I love you
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| (I love, to give you light)
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| And the people that is locked up, locked down
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| And the people that’s locked dowwwwwn
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| Also God, should purchase the new, Escalade
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| On 24's, with the spinnin thangs, ha ha
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| I need you to, right now, look at your neighbors
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| Cause a lot of y’all think y’all goin to heaven huh
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| And you ain’t gon' go!
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| So I need you right now to, look at your neighbor
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| and say neighbor, say NEIGH-BOR, YOU AIN’T GOIN!
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| YOU AIN’T GOIN! |