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Artist: Snoop Dogg f/ Suga Free
Album:  Coolaid
Song:   What If
Typed by: Lil Hustle

(*talking*)
Yeah man, do you ever sit and wonder sometimes
What if, I mean like, for real though
I mean sometimes, I just think to myself like
What if, I mean that's a-that's a big question right
If if was a fifth we'd all be fucked up, ha-ha
But what I really wanna know is, what if
Hey Suga Free, give it to me come on

[Suga Free]
(what if) we had a reckless motherfucker
That was King of the West Coast, instead of Big Snoop Dogg
(what if), we never had a nigga like Big P
From the Southside, nigga going whoo
(what if) we never had a real woman, that could raise us
And teach us, and show us what the real was
(what if), we had to take it
If you didn't have Suga Free, motherfucker you'd have to make it
Social media only adds, to he-say she-say shit
And where would I be without Tone, Pimp On and DJ Quik
Yeah, act like you knew that
I'm glad I had somebody to tell me don't think with your dick boy, don't do that
Uh come on you know me mayn, I pimp on
I entertain man, that's why I stay inside my tony lane
I gotta be careful, when I show you stuff
Cause these haters don't like you, if you know too much
Yeah now give it up, if you like this
And you prefer the peace, and it won't matter if you don't have no one to fight with
We pull the cards, around a phony
My lil' sister told me, niggaz act harder round they homies
Because the West, don't need no beef
We need our Remy's and our roaches, and our Rere's and our Monique
So stay prayed up, or Marone I got it
What if you talked to that man, and understood before you shot him

[Chorus]
(what if), the Blood's and the Crip's was the same
And all niggaz, joined one gang
(what if), my granny wouldn't have died
Man I probably wouldn't have been, from the Eastside
(what if), you could do what you don't
And live, how you motherfucking want
(what if) a phony is a phony, a homie is a homie
And you know, the big homie don't play that

[Snoop Dogg]
Catch him stick him, rip him riding
Ladi-doddi, we shot up the party
The old me the new you, you niggaz trying to do me
You better off, trying to do you
Boo-hoo, voodoo, taboo
DPGC, what it really do
I educate, when I illustrate
In other words, I be teaching preaching to each and everyone
Never been a scary one
Always been a down ass nigga, clown ass nigga
Repping my city, rep-tibly
Extra-extraodinaire, exceptionally
Never late predicate, elevate levitate
My nigga, I'm way too high to ever hate
Papa Snoop and my mama Beverly, heavenly
Thank God for y'all having me, on the real

[Chorus]
(what if), the Blood's and the Crip's was the same
And all niggaz, joined one gang
(what if), my granny wouldn't have died
Man I probably wouldn't have been, from the Eastside
(what if), you could do what you don't
And live, how you motherfucking want

[Suga Free]
(what if) we had a reckless motherfucker
That was King of the West Coast, instead of Big Snoop Dogg
(what if), we never had a nigga like Big P
From the Southside, nigga going whoo
(what if) we never had a real woman, that could raise us
And teach us, and show us what the real was
(what if), we had to take it
If you didn't have Suga Free, motherfucker you'd have to make it