Ron-Loc - #SnoopDoggWithAClitSlapped" #LosAngeles #DissRecord lyrics

I don’t even want to eat right now
My stomach all fuced up
From going throughout a
Pack of black and milds in a morning
Couldn’t sleep and wow
Im having nightmares that the
California highway patrol men
Done put a bounty on my Head psycologically
Just Imagine my space, Snoopy Camp shooting
Subliminals but I ain't for play
Niggas was really riding through the
Streets to records you wrote
Imagine niggas catching bodies to
You find out
You hoe, Imagine niggas with them choppers
Wife and kids on the floor, aftermath of the
Mathamatics FuQ win lose or draw, for playing
With me no insulting my family card
Beefing with all my last breath to
Put you under the yard, Ya catalog reflect
A dope fiend bunch of fancy producers
Niggas was jealous
Of 2 PAC now you and Suge taking pictures
Just imagine as the
Preachers reading scriptures, it's
Killers pointing choppers at your casket
Still trying to hit ya
Just imagine Dr dre through the
Bullshit when you ran off to New Orleans and
Hid, like a dog with a clit, and
Came home pushing Goldie Loc
And Tray Dee shit, dJ Battle Cat the only
Thing I was fucking with, So nowadays
We hustle on this internet shit
I got access to the beats to show
Who can't rap for shit, I practice what you
Preach and fuck you up every sentence
They question
Johnny kokran, yo bitch ass is a whitness
Taunting
Niggas murda was that they gave you
Ain't nobody chase the car
Fuck the Outlaws two
The Karma got you phonies
All togather, If pac was still breathing
He would fuck with niggas never
He would have cut yall bitches like the
Quad studio crowd
Except it would have been the
Phonie ass business men on the west, im
The wrath of what happen when the real mafia
Spot the killers of a made man
Grey headed niggas still
Dropping mixtape’s damn

This is how I leave a Snoopy
Dogg with a clit Slap
My Raps to Gangsta for me to
Call you a bitch back

You was at the white house for
How you give white investors head
It was that nigga john
Carey trying to get in obamas head, Cause he
Was mad at some bullshit George Bush said
And you was trying to catch up with Jay
Z except obama didn’t invite you
That shit was just
Grounds for a scandle but you know you to
Old to go to Jail in DC
Like the house of Blues show
When you got cold
Feet, You was acting kinda with it
Pac was really in the street
The whole Death Row
Protection was the Compton Police
They was putting in
Work an then blaming Crips and Bloods
And Suge Knight crooked ass had the
Plug, If you was fucking with the LAPD
Then you
The same kind that the Las Vegas PD
Caint even steal a fucking bag of chips
How they miss pac
Floyd ain't got the same love on my block
Simalian pirates with the choppers
Out collecting investors names
It ain't no choice if you born black
People choose to be gay
So when it come to civil right
How in the fuck we the
Same, when gays work for 200
Free murdered raped & beat
Politically you’ll get your issues
Pushed with priority

This is how I leave a Snoopy
Dogg with a clit Slap
My Raps to Gangsta for me to
Call you a bitch back