Jerseys In The Rafters

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&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

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&N'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