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    "Wrong Idea" Lyrics

    N.W.A. feat. Bad Azz, Snoop Dogg and Kokane

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    Whats up nephew?
    Sitting here chopping game, my nigga Bad Azz
    Niggas get the misconception of us
    cause we so cold at what we do
    But I really wanna let niggas know what's happening though
    You feel me?

    [Chorus]
    Now I don't want anybody
    to get the wrong idea about me
    I don't have nothing to hide
    I want the world to see,
    I'm a gangsta gangsta
    Gangsta niggas do your dance
    (C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah)
    Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands

    See me, I'm bout my money my paper I'm bout my dollars
    Popping collars with this mac and this slack and these two revolvers
    See we smoke and go hoeing cause the bitch ain't never shit to me
    and pussy stay selling, so I never let it get to me
    The shit to me is simple, it relies on credentials
    We credible individuals, ahead of you we original
    Better known as criminals, thugging off on the stereo
    Killing 'em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me though
    Fuck 'em cause they can't see me doe and here we go again
    The jealousy took me over success, just keep you slower
    While, you get nothing, we keep getting more
    Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top
    Hit hit the switch and smash down the block
    And oh yeah this Long Beach so you know when you see a nigga
    And don't never get the wrong idea nigga
    (Yeah, nigga what?) Holla at 'em

    [Chorus]

    I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the East
    On a bitch I remain the beast, none the least
    Police try to cuff me and stuff me in the back
    of they patrol car, cause I'm a former parole star
    With the cool name, this nigga here's a fool man
    Go on and do yo' thing, gang-bang
    in the hood and in Hollywood
    Record company executives think it's all to the good
    Get to showing me around they house, then he slide me in the back
    and had the nerve to try to buy me out, check this out man
    I'm down with P, and D-R-E
    A real nigga from the motherfucking L.B.C.
    I just look like this, I stay down for the twist
    I'm real with this, deep as abyss
    I gave you a pound, then I gave yo' wife a kiss
    I had to dip cause y'all was full of that bullshit

    [Chorus: x3]
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Larry Ernest Blackmon, Calvin Broadus, David Drew, Tomi Jenkins, Jamarr Antonio Stamps.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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