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Meaning & Song Words of Hard Knocks FULL — Snoop Dogg

"Meaning & Song Words of Hard Knocks FULL — Snoop Dogg" Lyrics by Snoop Dogg

[Part I]

[Intro]

Ay, cuz, this sh*t on?

[Verse 1]

My life the f**kin’ business, in here collectin’ digits

This sh*t could get explicit, got a sweet tooth for these b**ches

Yeah, burnin’ through these meal tickets

sh*t could get wicked (Mic check)

Lights, camera, action

Slow burn, no crash

Now that’s a lot of ashes

The f**kin’ main attraction

Let’s get this sh*t 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 motherf**kin’ corner

Ring ding ding, she f**k 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

[Chorus]

School of hard knocks took the long way

Seen the crooked cops in the p**sy hallway

Made it out the hood, now it’s Broadway

Y’all motherf**kers better leave them kids alone

[Verse 2]

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 b**ch, it sound just like a percussion

Have your deep cover, cold case under the rubbish

Yeah, murder was the f**kin’ case

That’s the killa Cali way

Ricky in the alley way, just another Saturday

Drinkin’ gin and juice while these b**ches was sippin’ Alizé

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

[Chorus]

School of hard knocks took the long way

Seen the crooked cops in the p**sy hallway

Made it out the hood, now it’s Broadway

Y’all motherf**kers better leave them kids alone

[Verse 3]

I started out with nothin’ and took this gangsta sh*t 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 f**k, but still keepin’ a cold shoulder

You outta luck, success the sweetest hangover

Game over (Over, over, over)

[Part II]

[Intro]

Guns on the bed (Yeah)

Aye

[Verse]

Phone on don’t do not disturb

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

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 Inc., your name get hot as Irv

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

Used to givin’ my all, f**k 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

sh*t get deep, spoken word

Met this b**ch in Sherman Oaks, I bet she f**k with Sherm

Smokey in a pigeon coop, look like she ducking worm

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

b**ch keep lookin’ right to left, that sh*t not my concern

On Long Beach Boulevard until I get to 23rd

Put us in the jungle, we leavin’ out that b**ch 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 4G, I don’t see the curve

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 sh*t 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 f**k

[Chorus]

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

Niggas that change on you, pop, career done

Hittin’ them chains on you, locked in prison

A nigga out there movin’ right

The sh*t you b**ches do for likes

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