Hard Knocks Lyrics – Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre

[Intro]
Ay, cut this s*it off

[Verse 1]
My life the fu*king business, in here collecting digits
This s*it could get explicit, got a sweet tooth for these b!tches
Yeah, burning through these meal tickets
S*it could get wicked (Mic check)
Lights, camera, action
Slow burn, no crash
Now that’s a lot of ashes
The fu*king main attraction

Let’s get this s*it in order, I am the top of the totem
Time to reload and we blowing the smoke out your modem (Come on)
Come get in closer, yeah I know you smelling that aroma
House hold name on every motherfu*king corner
Ring ding ding, she fu*k me right then I’m a goner
Ting ting, then we toast into this mar!juana
Now how many licks does it take just to get to the center of a cupcake?
No time to pump

[Chorus]
School of hard knocks took the long way
See the fu*king cops in the busy hallway
Made it out the hood, now it’s Broadway
Y’all motherfu*kers better leave them kids alone

[Verse 2]
These n!ggas 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 b!tch, it sound just like a percussion
Have your deep cover, cold case under the rubbish
Yeah, murder was the fu*king case
That’s the killer Cali way
Ricky in the alley way, just another Saturday
Drinking gin and juice while these b!tches was sipping Alizé
It’s just a matinee, watch me blow a bag a day (Come on)

[Chorus]
School of hard knocks took the long way
See the fu*king cops in the busy hallway
Made it out the hood, now it’s Broadway
Y’all motherfu*kers better leave them kids alone

[Verse 3]
I started out with nothing and took this gangster s*it worldwide
You know a n!gga always into something
I couldn’t even help it if I tried
Now this is fair warning, n!gga, final notice
Back outside and moving on this locomotive
Hot as fu*k, but still keeping a cold shoulder
You outta luck, success the sweetest hangover
Game over (Over, over, over)

[Bridge]
Guns on the bed, yeah
Aye

[Verse 4]
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 acting nervous around killers, you got a lot of nerve
She wanna slide, I’m at the top, you know that top reserved
You shedding 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 giving my all, fu*k a minimum wage
Tryna make me a slave, that’s how villains are made
Had me feeling some way, stuck in my feelings some day
Windows get tinted Sunday, pillage to fill it’s Monday
Just another day at work (Uh)
Feeling like I’m on the verg
et the urge, don’t wanna Purge
S*it get deep, spoken word
Met this b!tch in Sherman Oaks, I bet she fu*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!tch keep looking right to left, that s*it not my concern
On Long Beach Boulevard until I get to twenty-third
Put us in the jungle, we leaving out that b!tch in furs
I’m talking his and hers, DA
Tryna switch his words
Murder was the case, but you know what the witness heard (Nothing)
N!gga 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 n!gga sign a phone and sit without a signature
You know this s*it could get ugly as Forest Whitaker
Make your bones chilling, you feeling all in your fibula
I be home getting my d!ck sucked with the semi-tucked
Frequently knee deep in some pu*sy and still don’t give a fu*k
Girls with that big fist tryna connect some
Parking lot pimping, 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
N!ggas that change on you, pop, career done
Hitting them chains on you, locked in prison
A n!gga out there moving right
The s*it you b!tches do for likes