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letra de the red, the dj and the blue - dj whoo kid

[intro: snoop dogg]
yo, yo
dj whoo kid
we did it again my n-gga
–line said in reverse– the revival
and in the words of the honorable arch bishop don magic juan
step ya game up
that’s what time it is, for 2000 plus 4, chuuuch, dig this

[chorus: snoop dogg]
step ya game up
yeah, we came up
we in the club but we ain’t playin’ the same stuff
you on that bullsh-t (bullsh-t)
get with this real sh-t (real sh-t)
fake n-ggas get k!lled quick, whoo kid
step ya game up (step ya game up)
yeah, we came up
we in the club but we ain’t playin’ the same stuff
you on that bullsh-t (bullsh-t)
get with this rеal sh-t
fake n-ggas gettin’ k!lled quick

[verse 1: snoop dogg]
this is thе revival
i’m inside yo mind to revive yo senses so listen to the menace (listen to the menace)
we meditated, weeded, ready [?] [?] [?] see i’ma put out there, make them motherf-ckers hate it
yeah i pulled a wammy (pulled a wammy)
i’m like my nephew 50 cent, motherf-ck a grammy
ain’t no sammy david junior, sam bo, none of them
on my life, whoo kid, i couldn’t of been nann one of them
i’m too gangsta for that
way before they made rap, they made real n-ggas like myself
checkin’ game and checkin traps (traps)
and gettin’ scratch
not from a turntable, from a cat
how you luv dat?
i try to live above dat
and always got a fat back bud sack
snoopy deepy, where the drugs at? (where the drugs at?)
with me on the corner where the motherf-ckin’ thugs at
never went away so i won’t have to come back
i f-ck with the real, it don’t matter where your from black
ask cuzz, he don’ see me in his hood where his guns at
he didn’t have to ask where my guns at
i’m welcomed in every hood i go to (why?)
’cause n-ggas know i went through what they go through (auh)
words from a wise man (wise man)
wake up in the morning with your money on yo mind, man
[chorus: snoop dogg]
step ya game up
yeah, we came up
we in the club but we ain’t playin’ the same stuff
you on that bullsh-t (bullsh-t)
get with this real sh-t (real sh-t)
fake n-ggas get k!lled quick, whoo

[verse 2: the game]
here’s a lil story i like to tell about a article i read in the double xl
dre certified platinum, my sh-t gon’ sell
if eminem do ten, 50 gon’ do twelve
source gettin’ mad we the hottest on the shelf, obie trice, g-unit and that group d12
let snoop know yayo outta jail and busta rhymes spittin’ fire like a bat outta h-ll
and i’m from g-unit
n-ggas know me
i’m the protégé of doc d.r.e
hardest n-gga on wax since eazy-e, s-n-double-o-p, pac and d.o.c
50 found me in the cpt
now n-ggas feelin’ my sh-t in the nyc
i’ma tell you like cube told me, i’m dope man, dope man in these streets
and i’ma g-ngb-ng every time i bust
spit that glock 9 symphony, who f-ckin’ wit us?
yellin’ that murda sh-t, on the m-i-c
claimin’ you ready to die, like b.i.g
who is he? coach by the d.r.e., tracks bang like pamela lee, who hard as we?
a-team motherf-cker, it ain’t hard to see, my name rang on every boulevard in the cpt
and homie you can’t stop what’s ’bout to happen
not the legacy of eazy or gangsta rappin’
if it wasn’t for n.w.a, half of you n-ggas wouldn’t be spittin’ today
as the world turns, and the chronic leaf burns, i’m comin’ for the crown when the f-ck they gon’ learn
i was in the kitchen sweatin’, now i [?] my face with hundred dollar bills and tap my arms with hip hop legends
the same arm, i empty out the clip of the desert
leave a p-ssy on his back motherf-cker ’cause it’s like that
n-ggas wanna see chuck taylor layin’ flat
the aftermath of that, holdin’ my d-ck and my gat
bow down n-ggas
‘fore i be at laguardia makin’ a westside connection
and i ain’t got no beef with ny, got beef with them guys and i ain’t gotta say no names
that’s the sign of a snitch n-gga
he dissed me on the mixtape, yeah that’s the sign of a b-tch n-gga
i’m like shyne, do the time if it’s necessary, i be out in five, you doin’ life in the cemetery
[outro: the game]
yeah motherf-cker
and when you get there tell god i’m on my way
i just gotta go get me some motherf-ckin’ 26 inch rims to go on this escalade first, and i’ll be right there
but you tell him we comin’
s-n-double-o-p
chuck taylor motherf-cker
west west
dj whoo kid
we did again, my n-gga
you know how we do, man
compton and long beach together again
ten years in the makin’
yo eazy i did it
put compton back right where you left it
awww

- dj whoo kid

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