Hard Knocks - Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre

Ay, cuz, this shit on?

My life the fuckin' business, in here collectin' digits

This shit could get explicit, got a sweet tooth for these bitches

Yeah, burnin' through these meal tickets

Shit could get wicked (Mic check)

Lights, camera, action

Slow burn, no crash

Now that's a lot of ashes

The fuckin' main attraction

Let's get this shit in order, I am the top of the totem

Time to reload and we blowin' the smoke out your modem (Come on)

Come get in closer, yeah I know you smellin' that aroma

Household name on every motherfuckin' corner

Ring-ding-ding, she fuck me right then I'm a goner

Ting ting, then we toast into this marijuana

Now how many licks does it take

Just to get to the center of a cupcake? No time to pump fake

School of hard knocks took the long way

Sick of crooked cops in the pissy hallway

Made it out the hood, now it's Broadway

Y'all motherfuckers better leave them kids alone

These niggas can't afford to go to war on a budget (Nah-ah)

Say my name in the wrong sentence and I'ma pull up and touch 'em (Yup)

The repercussion in this bitch, it sound just like a percussion

Have your deep cover, cold case under the rubbish

Yeah, murder was the fuckin' case, that's the killa Cali way

Ricky in the alley way, just another Saturday

Drinkin' gin and juice while these bitches was sippin' Alizé

It's just a matinee, watch me blow a bag a day (Come on)

School of hard knocks took the long way

Sick of crooked cops in the pissy hallway

Made it out the hood, now it's Broadway

Y'all motherfuckers better leave them kids alone

I started out with nothin'

And took this gangsta shit worldwide

You know a nigga always into somethin'

I couldn't even help it if I tried

Now this is fair warning, nigga, final notice

Back outside and movin' on this locomotive

Hot as fuck, but still keepin' a cold shoulder

You outta luck, success the sweetest hangover. Game over (Over, over, over)

Guns on the bed (Yeah)

Aye

Phone on don't do not disturb

Two Chevys in my grandma's driveway, no, this not the burbs

Prescriptions in the medicine cabinet, I got Wock' reserved

Guns on the bed, the chopper mine, the pocket-rocket hers

You actin' nervous around killers, you got a lot of nerve

She wanna slot, I'm at the top, you know that top reserved

You sheddin' blood, that's Murder Inc., your name get hot as Irv

My shooter's quiet on the set, you won't hear not a word (Hush)

Used to give it my all, fuck a minimum wage

Tryna make me a slave, that's how villains are made

Had me feelin' some way, stuck in my feelings some day

Windows get tinted Sunday, pillage the village Monday

Just another day at work (Uh)

Feelin' like I'm on the verge

Get the urge to wanna purge

Shit get deep, spoken word

Met this bitch in Sherman Oaks, I bet she fuck with Sherm

Smokey in a pigeon coop, look like she ducking worm

Baby daddy on her back, every time I bust a turn

Bitch keep lookin' right to left, that shit not my concern

On Long Beach Boulevard until I get to 23rd

Put us in the jungle, we leavin' out that bitch in furs

I'm talkin' his and hers, DA tryna switch his words

Murder was the case, but you know what the witness heard (Nothing)

Nigga bumped his head, musta hit a nerve

Scratches on a statement like the Forgiatos hit a curb

I see you for what you is with my vision blurred

Don't make a nigga sign off on this hit without a signature

You know this shit could get ugly as Forest Whitaker

Make your bones chillin', you feelin' all in your fibula

I be home gettin' my dick sucked with the semi-tucked

Frequently knee-deep in some pussy and still don't give a fuck

Girls with that big fish tryna connect some

Parking lot pimpin', tryna collect some

Too rich to make poor decisions

Too many die for attention

They prey on you, no religion

Don't let 'em play with you, might have to kill some

Niggas that change on you, pop, career done

And then them chains on you, locked in prison

A nigga out there movin' right (Uh)

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