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Hard Knocks - Snoop Dogg (史努比狗狗)/Dr. Dre
Lyrics by：Calvin Broadus/Andre Young/V. Smith/T Myrie/B. Perry/K. Williams/T. Raybon/J. Wilson/K. Muhammad/B. Edwards Jr./R. Waters/B. Baraj/C. Mellino/R. Lew
Composed by：Calvin Broadus/Andre Young/V. Smith/T Myrie/B. Perry/K. Williams/T. Raybon/J. Wilson/K. Muhammad/B. Edwards Jr./R. Waters/B. Baraj/C. Mellino/R. Lew
Produced by：Dr. Dre/Jesse "Corparal" Wilson/Self B Tru/Focus...
Ay cut this **** off
My life the ******* business in here collectin' digits
This **** could get explicit got a sweet tooth for these *******
Yeah burnin' through these meal tickets
**** could get wicked mic check
Lights camera action
Slow burn no crash
Now that's a lot of ashes
The ******* main attraction
Let's get this **** in order I am the top of the total
Time to reload and we blowin' the smoke out your modem come on
Come get in closer yeah I know you smellin' that aroma
House hold name on every ************* corner
Ring ding ding she **** 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
School of hard knocks took the long way
See the ******* cops in the busy hallway
Made it out the hood now it's Broadway
Y'all ************* better leave them kids alone
These 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 it yup
The repercussion in this ***** it sound just like a percussion
Have your deep cover cold case under the rubbish
Yeah murder was the ******* case
That's the killer Cali way
Ricky in the alley way just another Saturday
Drinkin' gin and juice while these ******* 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
See the ******* cops in the busy hallway
Made it out the hood now it's Broadway
Y'all ************* better leave them kids alone
I started out with nothin' and took this gangster **** worldwide
You know a always into somethin'
I couldn't even help it if I tried
Now this is fair warning final notice
Back outside and movin' on this locomotive
Hot as **** 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 notice not the birds
Prescriptions and a medicine cap that I got wide 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 slide I'm at the top you know that top reserved
You sheddin' blood that's murder and your name get hot as Zurn
My shooter's quiet on the set you on here not a word hush
Used to givin' my all **** 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 to fill it's Monday
Just another day at work uh
Feelin' like I'm on the verge
Get the urge don't wanna Purge
**** get deep spoken word
Met this ***** in Sherman Oaks I bet she **** with Sherm
Smokey in a pigeon coop look like she ducking worm
Baby daddy on her back every time I bust a turn
***** keep lookin' right to left that **** not my concern
On Long Beach Boulevard until I get to twenty-third
Put us in the jungle we leavin' out that ***** 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
Bumped his head musta hit a nerve
Scratches on a statement like the 4G I don't see the curve
I see you for what you is with my vision blurred
Don't make a sign a phone and sit without a signature
You know this **** could get ugly as Forest Whitaker
Make your bones chillin' you feelin' all in your fibula
I be home gettin' my d**k sucked with the semi-tucked
Frequently knee deep in some p***y and still don't give a ****
Girls with that big fist 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
That change on you pop career done
Hittin' them chains on you locked in prison
A out there movin' right
The **** you ******* do for likes