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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Vocals
Sly Pyper
Sly Pyper
Vocals
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Taylor
J. Taylor
Songwriter
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
Daniel Tannenbaum
Daniel Tannenbaum
Songwriter
J. Cole
J. Cole
Songwriter
B. Honeycutt
B. Honeycutt
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Earl Hayes
Earl Hayes
Songwriter
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Songwriter
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
Stanley Benton
Stanley Benton
Songwriter
Sylvester Jordan, Jr.
Sylvester Jordan, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Mixing Engineer
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Producer
Brian "Big Bass" Gardner
Brian "Big Bass" Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Recording Engineer
Robert Reyes
Robert Reyes
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm in this motherfucker doin' what I wanna
Ten bottles, ten bitches go with my persona
Pull up in that Enzo, then I do donuts
I'm that cool, cashews, make 'em all go nuts
Baby got ass, I need me a shot of that
Lil' mama, get gangsta for me, stuff it in your Prada bag
That's right, she got somethin' that I wanna see
That's right, so if she leave, she fuckin' with me
That's life, twerk somethin', work somethin', hurt somethin'
She wanna check, check this shit out like a verse comin'
They wreck they neck and run they mouth when they heard somethin'
Dre dropped another one and fucked around and murk somethin'
Club filled with dead bodies
If not, then you a zombie, I'm not gon' feel sorry
If you pass out from it, get drunk, get blunted
Do what you wanna do, drug test on you
[Verse 2]
Lotta money when I talk
Big mills, big deals, 'bout a hundred in the vault
Sit still, that's real, lotta haters throw salt
They lost big Game, give a fuck how you feel
I fear she just might pop that pill
And feel on me all night till the tip spill
Tip scales with her waistline, sex with the bassline
She gon' fuck a snare drum one drink at a time
Blow right, hoes fight over my name
I got my dough right, hustle runnin' all in my veins
It's forty days, forty nights if I'm makin' it rain
I reign supreme, a bottle and some bomb ass weed and we good
[Verse 3]
If you got drugs in this motherfucker
Let me see your hands in the air
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
So let's get high off somethin'
High off somethin', high off somethin'
Till your motherfuckin' brain don't function
High off somethin', high off somethin'
(I can't take it anymore)
[Verse 4]
Fireworks when I spark, yellow tape, lotta chalk
Thought you said you a boss
Big deal, bitch, chill, pullin' out that black card
Showin' off, big spendin', lettin' alcohol spill
I feel she might just get too faded
X-rated, that's what I like, glad that you made it
To this ceremony at hand, take a sip, let's plan
For the future, introduce you to Snoop, get you right and
[Verse 5]
May I kick a little somethin' for the G's
Make a few ends as I breeze through
The shit on my hip is a fuckin' preview
And guess what it lead to?
[Verse 6]
If you got drugs in this motherfucker
Let me see your hands in the air
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
So let's get high off somethin'
High off somethin', high off somethin'
Till your motherfuckin' brain don't function
High off somethin', high off somethin'
(Yeah, DJ Kahlil, let's go, let's go)
Written by: A. Young, B. Honeycutt, Calvin Broadus, Daniel Tannenbaum, E. Hayes, J. Cole, J. Taylor, K. Rahman, Kendrick Lamar, S. Benton, S. Jordan
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