Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Conflicted , by - Snoop Dogg. Release date: 10.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Conflicted |
| If God for me, who could be against me? |
| I guess all them niggas that’s against me |
| They the ones stirrin' up the conflict |
| They try to make it out like I’m conflicted, bitches |
| East coast niggas in six-fours hittin' switches (Shit) |
| It’s not a conflict of interest |
| Cut 'em niggas with the business |
| West coast niggas rockin' them Timbalands |
| Deep up in them trenches, it’s no difference |
| Neither one play games, I’m swingin' for them fences |
| We want the finer things, the shit that’s expensive |
| The shit that hit 'em either close range or at a distance |
| If God for me, nigga, why bother |
| I got my game from the Godfather (Woof) |
| Top of the food chain, rock bottom |
| And handled my business when it was my problem |
| G shit, nigga, flossin' with a gold chain |
| I got my Turkish robe with matchin' gold fangs |
| Bomber jacker in the winter, it’s a cold game |
| I mess up East coast niggas (What up?) |
| Some of the realest niggas in this dope game |
| I got my curly top lookin' like Special Ed |
| Clean fade on the side bumpin' that red head |
| when I ride, duckin' the fed-feds |
| East coast niggas, they get that bread-bread |
| You fuck with them niggas, you end up dead-dead |
| Them West coast niggas, they need that lead spread |
| And now you got bullets all in your dread head |
| If God for me, who could be against me? |
| I guess all them niggas that’s against me |
| They the ones stirrin' up the conflict |
| They try to make it out like I’m conflicted, bitches |
| Still tryna fuck the riches |
| East coast niggas in six-fours hittin' switches (Shit) |
| It’s not a conflict of interest |
| the niggas with the business |
| West coast niggas rockin' them Timbalands |
| Deep up in them trenches, it’s no difference |
| Fourth an inches, I’m finna hit a lick, and handle business |
| I got a down bitch, she real vicious |
| Rock-a-bye baby, no witness |
| This is not even a conflict, you niggas on nonsense |
| Niggas died the same way in Brooklyn and Compton |
| But niggas with that gang-gang, them niggas make a profit |
| Niggas on top, niggas stay poppin', look |
| See, I was the high school Slick Rick, I was stylin' |
| Fargo chain with an African medallion |
| Hip-hop connoisseur and rollin' twenty |
| Rap game real tight, freestyle was magnificent |
| All about the clout, and all about my dividence |
| Them older niggas couldn’t tell me different |
| I need a round-away girl to let me stick it in |
| Showtime at the apollo |
| I’m drinking old up out the bottle |
| Take two squigs and pour out a little liquor |
| For my niggas who gon' live to see tomorrow |
| If God for me, who could be against me? |
| I guess all them niggas that’s against me |
| They the ones stirrin' up the conflict |
| They try to make it out like I’m conflicted… |