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  • Ayo, Dogg, what’s happenin’ with mother****in’ hip-hop, man?
    Give us some lyrics, cuh
    Some of that real hip-hop, you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
    Boy, you lost it, nigga
    It was him (Who?) then me (Who?) and no one after
    So I blazed my trail and wrote my own chapters
    Stomped down pterodactical 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 landing 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 fifty, I keep the work and I’m workin’
    Big Snoop D-O-double-G
    Yеllow like bumblebee
    Mellow likе 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 them 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, fifty Bloods when I showed up
    What’s beef? Chopper 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 hundred mil’
    Hop off a PJ in Aruba with a blunt and chill
    My old apartment still in action, water runnin’ still
    And if I ****ing 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 pterodactical raptors
    Game’s sustained, my new jersey’s in the rafters (Nigga)
    Yeah
    2022
    Death Row Records
    ‘Nough said
  • [00:00.951]Ayo, Dogg, what’s happenin’ with mother****in’ hip-hop, man?
    [00:04.213]Give us some lyrics, cuh
    [00:05.714]Some of that real hip-hop, you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
    [00:08.722]Boy, you lost it, nigga
    [00:11.225]It was him (Who?) then me (Who?) and no one after
    [00:14.242]So I blazed my trail and wrote my own chapters
    [00:17.248]Stomped down pterodactical raptors
    [00:20.207]Game’s sustained, my new jersey’s in the rafters
    [00:22.967]Statisticians, they keep up with it
    [00:24.469]No sleep ’til they get it
    [00:26.228]And once they got it, they count it
    [00:27.486]So I learned how to dismount it
    [00:28.990]My landing was perfect
    [00:30.735]A man with a purpose
    [00:32.240]I learned to resurface
    [00:33.497]A boss but no workers
    [00:34.998]While you’re sleepin’, I’m lurkin’
    [00:36.504]I’m shifty at fifty, I keep the work and I’m workin’
    [00:39.265]Big Snoop D-O-double-G
    [00:40.768]Yеllow like bumblebee
    [00:42.272]Mellow likе R&B
    [00:43.784]Your bitches keep followin’ me
    [00:45.031]I’m right where I oughta be
    [00:46.534]Plottin’ my pottery
    [00:47.791]I’m watchin’ my calories
    [00:49.294]Rechargin’ my batteries
    [00:50.552]A ticket up front? That’s my usual salary
    [00:53.303]They imitatin’ my style, shit, I call it flattery
    [00:56.566]I’m here forever, nigga, and that’s just what that’ll be
    [00:59.327]Look it up, hook it up
    [01:00.830]Charge it to the game until you book it up
    [01:03.334]Take a picture, nigga, look at us
    [01:05.600]Hit-Boy and Snoop Dogg in the kitchen, nigga, cookin’ up
    [01:09.107]Ayy, Dogg, get on the phone with Dre, tell Dre call Interscope
    [01:11.366]Tell them niggas run me my shit or else, nigga
    [01:14.370]The Game’s to be sold, Blood, not to be told, Blood
    [01:17.380]The chronic get broke down, Backwoods get rolled up
    [01:20.138]Yup, fifty Bloods when I showed up
    [01:22.900]What’s beef? Chopper turnin’ niggas into cold cuts
    [01:25.905]Snoop told me, “Show love,” but niggas ain’t deserve it
    [01:28.667]I’ma talk my shit like I’m the next rapper murdered
    [01:31.428]Red sedan swervin’ with the Peter Pan workin’
    [01:34.180]Hand-to-hand serve ’em right outside of Tam Burgers
    [01:37.203]Bullets ain’t got no names, my fully quick to aim
    [01:39.952]I bully niggas for change, I pulled in to rip the strings
    [01:43.162]Puppet master, F&N’s got ’em duckin’ faster
    [01:46.170]Aftermath, you niggas know it ain’t nothin’ after
    [01:48.927]I can’t chill ’til I see a hundred mil’
    [01:51.188]Hop off a PJ in Aruba with a blunt and chill
    [01:54.695]My old apartment still in action, water runnin’ still
    [01:57.200]And if I ****ing can’t kill you, these L.A. summers will
    [02:00.214]It was him then me and no one after
    [02:02.964]So I blazed my trail and wrote my own chapters
    [02:05.725]Stomped down pterodactical raptors
    [02:08.734]Game’s sustained, my new jersey’s in the rafters (Nigga)
    [02:12.750]Yeah
    [02:14.757]2022
    [02:16.759]Death Row Records
    [02:19.518]‘Nough said