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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
The Game
The Game
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
Chauncey Alexander Hollis
Chauncey Alexander Hollis
Songwriter
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer

Lyrics

Ayo, Dogg What's happenin' with this motherfuckin' hip-hop, man? Give us some lyrics, cuh Some of that real hip-hop, know I'm talkin' 'bout? Boy, you lost it, nigga It was him then me and no one after (who?) So I blazed my trail and wrote my own chapters (my chapters) Stomped down, pterodactyl raptors Game's sustained, my New Jersey's in the rafters Statisticians, they keep up with it No sleep 'til they get it And once they got it, they count it So I learned how to dismount it My landin' was perfect, a man with a purpose I learned to resurface, a boss but no workers While you're sleepin', I'm lurkin' I'm shifty at 50, I keep the work, and I'm workin' Big Snoop D-O-double-G, yellow like Bumblebee Mellow like R&B, your bitches keep followin' me I'm right where I oughta be, plottin' my pottery I'm watchin' my calories, rechargin' my batteries A ticket up front? That's my usual salary They imitatin' my style, shit, I call it flattery I'm here forever, nigga, and that's just what that'll be Look it up, hook it up Charge it to the game until you book it up Take a picture, nigga, look at us Hit-Boy and Snoop Dogg in the kitchen, nigga, cookin' up Ayy, Dogg, get on the phone with Dre Tell Dre call Interscope Tell 'em niggas run me my shit or else, nigga The Game's to be sold, Blood, not to be told, Blood The chronic get broke down, Backwoods get rolled up Yup, 50 Bloods when I showed up What's beef? Choppa turnin' niggas into cold cuts Snoop told me, "Show love", but niggas ain't deserve it I'ma talk my shit like I'm the next rapper murdered Red sedan swervin' with the Peter Pan workin' Hand-to-hand serve 'em right outside of Tam Burgers Bullets ain't got no names, my fully quick to aim I bully niggas for change, I pulled in to rip the strings Puppet master, F&N's got 'em duckin' faster Aftermath, you niggas know it ain't nothin' after I can't chill 'til I see a 100 mil' Hop off a PJ in Aruba with a blunt and chill My old apartment still in action, water runnin' still And if I can't kill you, these L.A. summers will It was him then me and no one after So I blazed my trail and wrote my own chapters Stomped down, pterodactyl raptors Game's sustained, my New Jersey's in the rafters (nigga) Yeah, 2022 Death Row Records 'Nough said
Writer(s): Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Chauncey A. Hollis, Calvin Broadus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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