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Snoop Dogg – Jerseys In the Rafters Lyrics

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Jerseys In the Rafters Lyrics by Snoop Dogg (feat. The Game)

 

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, n****

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’

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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, n****, 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, n****, look at us

Hit-Boy and Snoop Dogg in the kitchen, n****, cookin’ up

Ayy, Dogg, get on the phone with Dre, tell Dre call Interscope, tell them n***** run me my shit or else, n****

The Game’s to be sold, Blood, not to be told, Blood

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The chronic get broke down, Backwoods get rolled up

Yup, fifty Bloods when I showed up

What’s beef? Chopper turnin’ n***** into cold cuts

Snoop told me, “Show love,” but n***** 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 n***** for change, I pulled in to rip the strings

Puppet master, F&N’s got ’em duckin’ faster

Aftermath, you n***** 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

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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 pterodactical raptors

Game’s sustained, my new jersey’s in the rafters (N****)

Yeah

2022

Death Row Records

‘Nough said


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