Lyrics Jerseys In The Rafters - Snoop Dogg , The Game

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\u0026B, 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\u0026N'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