What If (feat. Suga Free)

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 big question, right? If if was a fifth, we'd all be Up. But what I really wanna know is, what if? Hey, Suga Free. Yeah. Give it to me. Come on. What if we had a reckless mother that was King of the West Coast instead of big Snoop Dogg? What if we never had a like Biggie P from the South Side going boot down? 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, you Had to make it. Social media only adds to He say, she say And where would I be Without Tone, Pimp Bone, and DJ Quik? Yeah, act like you knew that. I'm glad I had somebody tell me, "Don't think With your boy, don't do that." Uh, come on, you know me, man. I pimp on, I entertain, man. That's why I stay inside my Tony's or suit. I gotta be careful when I show you stuff 'cause these haters don't like you if you know Too much. Yo, now give it up if you Like this and you prefer the peace and won't Get mad if you don't have no one to Fight with. We pull the cards around a phony. My little sister told me, act hard around their Homies." Yeah, because the West don't need no beef. Yeah, we need our Renis and our Roaches and Our Riris and our Moniques. So stay prayed up or moron, I got it. What if you talked to that man and understood Before you shot him? What if-The Bloods and The Crips was the same and all joined one Gang? One gang. What if my granny wouldn't have Died and then I probably wouldn't have been from The East Side? What if you can do what You don't and live how you won't? Say that. What if-A phony is a phony, A homie is a homie, and you know the Big homie don't play that. Catchy, sticky, rippy, rotty. La dee da dee, we shot up the party. The old me, the new you, you 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, reaching to each And every one. Never been a scary one, always Been a down-ass Clown-ass Repping my city, repped rich. Extra, extraordinaire, exceptionally. Never late, predicate, elevate, levitate. My I'm way too high to ever hate. Papa Snoop and my mama Beverly, heaven laid. Thank God for y'all having me, on the real. What if the Bloods and the Crips was the Same and all joined one gang? One gang. What if my granny wouldn't have died And then I probably wouldn't have been from the East Side? What if you can do what you Don't and live how you won't? Say that. What if we had a reckless that Was king of the West Coast instead of big Snoop Dogg? What if we never had a like Biggie P from the South Side going boot down? 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, you Had to make it. What if?