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letra de we different - doggystyleeee

[intro]
yeah
haha
west side
yeah

[chorus]
respect in my hustle, my n-ggas all on a mission
can’t f-ck with a n-gga when it comes to my lyrics
born and raised in the ’dino, so everything we do different
your b-tch -ss ways don’t ever compare to my crippin’
’cause motherf-cker, we different
can’t compare to my crippin’
’cause motherf-cker, we different
can’t compare to my crippin’
respect in my hustle, my n-ggas all on a mission
can’t f-ck with a n-gga when it comes to my lyrics
born and raised in the ‘dino, so everything we do different
your b-tch -ss ways don’t ever compare to my crippin’
’cause motherf-cker, we different

[verse 1]
rollin’ in a g ride with the windows on tinted
it’s dark as f-ck so you can’t see who up in it
when it comes to some p-ssy, i’ll be there in a minute
have your legs wide open so i can dive all up in it
b-tches be sprung as f-ck, scream my name like a postal
don’t compare to my n-ggas ’cause i ain’t the n-gga you used to
on a money making scheme to bring home all the riches
when you brag on your hoes, they don’t compare to my b-tches
n-gga, respect in my crippin’, or i’ll have your -ss missin’
i was raised in the ‘dino, so everything we do different
show my love in my face, but n-ggas hate in the distance
that’s why i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, ’cause they be actin’ like b-tches
takin’ my time with my lyrics so motherf-ckers can hear it
if you rock with a n-gga, then you can feel in your spirit
that i’m the n-gga they fearing, people thinking i’m quitting
the crowd show you love is the one that be cheerin’, motherf-cker

[chorus]
respect in my hustle, my n-ggas all on a mission
can’t f-ck with a n-gga when it comes to my lyrics
born and raised in the ‘dino, so everything we do different
your b-tch -ss ways don’t ever compare to my crippin’
’cause motherf-cker, we different
can’t compare to my crippin’
’cause motherf-cker, we different
can’t compare to my crippin’

[verse 2]
see this crippin’ go long, way deep in the roots
if they don’t want to f-ck, b-tches get kicked with the boot
my crippin’ so sick, some n-ggas gon’ get the flu
b-tch, i’m doggystyleeee, don’t compare me to snoop
a young n-gga a fool when i grab on the tool
give it all that it got to make ’em run out they shoes
i been grindin’ so long, so give props when it’s due
and this sh-t don’t stop until my life overdue
so motherf-cker, who knew i’d be the face of the west?
california made, n-gga, i put that sh-t on my chest
from the cradle to the grave, until it ain’t nothin’ left
cop bullets to my body would be the cause of my death
live and die by the tec, got down, what a mess
these gangster -ss ways would have a b-tch so wet
n-ggas be actin’ untouchable until they chain off they neck
now a n-gga sittin’ high from the rhymes i possess, yeah

- doggystyleeee

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