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Artiste : Snoop Dogg
Titre : Jersey In The Rafters
Ayo, Dogg, what´s happenin´ with motherfuckin´ 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

[Snoop Dogg]
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

[Snoop Dogg]
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

[The Game]
Ayy, Dogg, get on the phone with Dre, tell Dre call Interscope, tell them niggas run me my shit or else, nigga

[The Game]
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 can´t kill you, these L.A. summers will

[Snoop Dogg]
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)

[ Snoop Dogg]
Yeah
2022
Death Row Records
´Nough said