Hard Knocks

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