Jerseys In The Rafters (feat. The Game) E

Ayo Dogg, what's happening with some motherfucking Hip-hop, man? Give us some lyrics, cuz. Some of that real hip-hop, you know what I'm Talking about? Or you lost it, Nigga? It was him, then me and no one after So I blazed my trail and wrote my own Chapter Stomp down, pterodactyl, Go raptor Game sustain my new jerseys 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 dismantle It My landing was perfect A man with a Purpose I learned to resurface A boss with no Workers While you sleeping, I'm lurking I'm shifty At fifty, I keep to working and working Big Snoop D-O-double-G Yellow like Uncle B Mellow like R&B Your bitches keep calling me I'm right where I ought to be Plotting my pottery I'm watching My calories Recharging my batteries A ticket up Front, that's my usual salary They imitating my Style, shit, I call it flattery I'm here forever, Nigga, and that's just what 'bout to 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, cook it 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 Yep, Fifty bloods when I showed up What's beef? Chopper turning 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 swerving with the Peter Pan working Hand-to-hand serving right outside of Tam Burgers Bullets ain't got no names, my fully quick to Aim I bully niggas for chains, I pull in And rip the strings Puppet master, F&N's got 'em ducking faster Aftermath, You niggas know it ain't nothing after I can't Chill 'til I see a hundred mil' Hop off With PJ in Aruba with a blunt and chill My old apartment still in action, water running 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 chapter Stomp down, pterodactyl, Go raptor Game sustain my new jerseys in the Rafters, nigga Yeah 2022 Death Row Records Nuff Said