Skyscrapers (Explicit) - Snoop Dogg/Dr. Dre/Method Man/Smitty

Lyrics by：Andre Young/V. Smith/C. Smith/S. Anderson/J. Turnbull/L. Aekah Bouhairie/R. Monclova/A. Schefrin/M. Zager

Composed by：Andre Young/V. Smith/C. Smith/S. Anderson/J. Turnbull/L. Aekah Bouhairie/R. Monclova/A. Schefrin/M. Zager

Produced by：Dr. Dre/Samuel"Sam Sneed" Anderson/Jason"Sire" Turnbull/Lawton"Agent" Bouhairie

Money money money

Duffle bag on the floor Yes

Blowing fast let it go Yes

Raise a glass for the coast Coast

We the last of the GOATs

Niggas funny when they broke What?

Say they love me when they don't No

With the C's and the B's

I get money with 'em both What up though

Floor seats **** the bleachers

Back to breathing that ether Ooh

Ridin' around with a feature Ah

Nigga this the Mona Lisa

**** being lyrical

I'm a walking miracle

Vultures in my cereal

Music is my vehicle

Negro spiritual

Slidin' down Imperial

Nigga this a different texture

Homie I ain't with the extras

Full clip for the hecklers What what?

In the hood I'm a pharaoh

Blue rag my apparel Yeah

Party at the hotel Yah

Never hear a ho tell Shh

I'm the **** if I do say

Gin and juice over D'USSÉ

Strippers jumping out of Snoop cake

Lil' nigga how the truth taste?

In the meanwhile

I'm digging through these weed piles

Mama look at me now Look at me

Martha on speed dial Ayy

Verified in the streets

Rap sheet got a lot of fans

Energy Long Beach

See through 'em like a hologram

Chasin' a bill' back in the field

Got my conceal call it Lucille

Keepin' it trill on Cypress Hill

You got to be real Whoop whoop

This **** here built to last

Had to break the hourglass

Slow money come fast

It's just a doggy bag

Now go 'head and get mad

Never been a kiss-a*s

Them woke me out my slumber

'Bout to do numbers on your ***** a*s

To all my young Black entrepreneurs stack paper

Skyscrapers get you some ************ haters

And my young rap entrepreneurs reach your goals

**** them h*es through the concrete grew a rose

Ain't tell you that the world was yours? Stack your paper

Skyscrapers **** all you ************ haters

All my young rich entrepreneurs keep your vision

**** your system turn that cap into capitalism

John Wilkes in the booth I'm a hundred rope when I shoot

So tailor-made in my suit I'm the Michael J of my group

This Johnny Blaze and that's Snoop and that's Dr. Dre in the coupe

He get the queue I don't Bishop ain't no O.J. in this juice

Another day 'nother pick up but I ain't playing no hoops

With this inner circle I figured I'd try and stay in the loops

Stick to the script this a stick up but I'ma stick to the truth

Black thought with a Black fist up like I'ma stick to my roots

I'm hot boss don't slip

In New York I'm drippin' with hot sauce

And I'm feelin' real Gucci that means I'm drippin' on knock-offs

Party just like a rockstar and I'm sippin' a Rockstar

Your woman think I'm crack and I know I'm gettin' my rocks up

Most these rappers is fiends I mean they know where the rocks are

It's like they hit the rock and hit rock-bottom to rock hard

But me and Boss Dogg keep a Roscoe like Boss Hogg

My cause? Just because because you lost you a lost cause

Go 'head and get bad I'ma go 'head and get cash

And I don't get sleep I get big bags you big mad