[Snoop Dogg]
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Yeah, this shit right here sound like a love song
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(she was in love)
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A gangsta love song, you feel me? Check it out
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(she was in love, with a THUG, in love!)
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(she was in love, with a THUG, in love!)
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Yeah, gangsta, uh-huh!
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Have you ever had a pretty, young saditty
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Black female with chips, from the city?
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Her momma got ends, and her daddy got ends
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And she liked to give me ends when I'm out with my friends
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Good girl - why do good girls like bad boys? (I don't know)
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When I was a kid, growin up, I never had toys
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And I think that she can figure that shit out (why?)
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Cause everytime she came to pick a nigga up
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Shit, she'd take a nigga out
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Roll around town, ask the pound, they know, look
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Baby was my thang, nah, she was my low-low
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Bought my first Rol-o, and then we took a photo together
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Man I hope this thang last forever
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We been together six months, and we ain't argued yet
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She lovin a nigga, steady buyin me shit
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And don't say shit when I dip with my click
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And understand, when I'm down and out
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may need some help with some chips
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Her mother approved of me, but her father he don't
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He probably won't, shit Pops ain't no punk
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Daddy's little girl be in a gangsta's world
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Buyin me houseshoes and khaki blues, California curls
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No matter what her father say, baby gon' see me
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It's like a jungle sometimes, that makes me Wonder like Stevie
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Believe me, when I say that baby was in love with a thug
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In love with a thug
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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(she was in love, with a THUG, in love!)
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Daddy I'm in love with a gangsta
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(she was in love, with a THUG, in love!)
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Momma I'm in love with a gangsta
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[Snoop Dogg]
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Mm.. I'm caught up in the middle and I don't know what to do
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I caught eight months in the joint, behind my crew
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That I gotta do and I'ma miss you Boo
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But I'ma write you every night and call you on the phone too
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Whatchu gon' do? "You know I'm gon' stay true
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But I'ma go ahead to college like my father want me to"
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Well um, off to my cell withcha body on my mind
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And I'ma call you back tomorrow round the same time
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I'm on the mainline, 9500 for short
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On another phoneline, holla'n at my other hoe
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This bitch ain't sayin SHIT, cause the bitch ain't SHIT
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Old fat golddiggin-ass county check receivin BEOTCH
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I bail up in the Day Room and get in a scrap
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Niggaz watchin Soul Train and I wouldn't turn it back (man fuck y'all)
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Never caught slippin, always on strap
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And now I'm back in the hole with no motherfuckin getback
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Sit back and contemplate, and think about baby
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And hope she don't get caught up in the world that's so crazy
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But while I'm up in Wayside, and she off in college
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She gettin a little mo' than a schoolgirl knowledge
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Cause gangsta-ass niggaz go to school nowadays
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I tried to make you wait, but I can't change yo' ways
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She fell in love with the local G
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And now they both in the penetentiary, she didn't mention me
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[Chorus 2X]
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In Love With A Thug
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Snoop Dogg |