Snoop Dogg – Jerseys In The Rafters (ft. The Game) (Audio, Lyrics)

Listen to Snoop Dogg’s new “Jerseys In The Rafters” song featuring The Game. The track was produced by Hit-Boy. Stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Snoop Dogg Jerseys In The Rafters

Snoop Dogg Jerseys In The Rafters

Snoop Dogg is one of the biggest Hip Hop artists of all time, especially in regards to his notoriety outside of the specific artform. People and cultures worldwide have massive love for the 50 year old icon, supporting his wide variety of ventures as he continues to expand and grow. His acceptance the world over doesn’t remove him from his roots, though, as his new album BODR (Back On Death Row) showcases the ability and acumen that produced his accolades.

BODR (Back On Death Row) serves as both a celebratory piece for his recent acquisition of Death Row Records, and a demonstration of the skillset present during the origins of his career. The 18-piece presentation offers a variety of moods and messages, stretching from uplifting to unsavory. One factor doesn’t falter throughout the project’s duration: Snoop Dogg’s lyrical ability.

The track “Jerseys In The Rafters,” which features fellow West Coast native The Game, is present solely as an expression of Snoop’s rapping prowess. He’s stepped into Gospel, Reggae, and R&B in his day, which may leave some questioning his dedication to lyricism and hard hitting prose.

The intro of the song hits on this subject, with a portrayed listener saying “Aye, yo, Dogg. What’s happening with some motherf***in Hip Hop, man? Give us some lyrics, cuh. Some of that real Hip Hop, know what I’m talking bout? Or you lost it, nigga?” Snoop proceeds to deliver what is asked of him, with the classic cadence may have come to know and love.

Snoop Dogg – Jerseys In The Rafters (ft. The Game) (prod. Hit-Boy)



Ayo, Dogg, what’s happenin’ with motherfuckin’ hip-hop, man?
Give us some lyrics, cuh
Some of that real hip-hop, you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
Boy, you lost it, nigga

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
It was him (Who?) then me (Who?) and no one after
So I blazed my trail and wrote my own chapters
Stomped down pterodactical raptors
Game’s sustained, my new jersey’s in the rafters

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Statisticians, 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 it
My landing 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 fifty, 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 batteries
A 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’ up

[Interlude: The Game]
Ayy, Dogg, get on the phone with Dre, tell Dre call Interscope, tell them niggas run me my shit or else, nigga

[Verse 2: The Game]
The Game’s to be sold, Blood, not to be told, Blood
The chronic get broke down, Backwoods get rolled up
Yup, fifty Bloods when I showed up
What’s beef? Chopper 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 murdered
Red 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 strings
Puppet 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 hundred 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 will

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
It was him then me and no one after
So I blazed my trail and wrote my own chapters
Stomped down pterodactical raptors
Game’s sustained, my new jersey’s in the rafters (Nigga)

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Death Row Records
‘Nough said

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