Jerseys In The Rafters (feat. The Game)

Letra de Jerseys In The Rafters (feat. The Game)

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, niggaIt 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 raftersStatisticians, 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 itMy 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 batteriesA 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' upAyy, Dogg, get on the phone with Dre Tell Dre call Interscope Tell 'em niggas run me my shit or else, niggaThe 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 murderedRed 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 stringsPuppet 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 willIt 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