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Snoop Dogg - Skyscrapers ft. Method Man and Smitty (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Method Man
Vocals
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
Smitty
Smitty
Vocals
Cocoa Sarai
Cocoa Sarai
Background Vocals
David "Preach" Balfour
David "Preach" Balfour
Keyboards
Focus
Focus
Keyboards
Fredwreck
Fredwreck
Keyboards
Chris Lowery
Chris Lowery
Trumpet
Chris Johnson
Chris Johnson
Trombone
Jerry “Jay Flat” Williams
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Young
Andre Young
Composer
L. Aekah Bouhairie
L. Aekah Bouhairie
Composer
Aram Schefrin
Aram Schefrin
Composer
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Composer
Jason Siré Turnbull
Jason Siré Turnbull
Composer
Michael Zager
Michael Zager
Composer
Rafi Monclova
Rafi Monclova
Composer
Samuel "Sam Sneed" Anderson
Samuel "Sam Sneed" Anderson
Composer
Varick Smith
Varick Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Samuel "Sam Sneed" Anderson
Samuel "Sam Sneed" Anderson
Producer
Lawton Agent Bouhairie
Lawton Agent Bouhairie
Producer
Jeffery “Champ” Massey
Assistant Recording Engineer
Quentin Gilkey
Quentin Gilkey
Recording Engineer
Victor "Vic" Luevanos
Victor "Vic" Luevanos
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bernard Edwards Jr.
Bernard Edwards Jr.
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Jason Siré Turnbull
Jason Siré Turnbull
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Money, money, money
Duffel bag on the floor, blow it fast, let it go
Raise a glass for the coast, we the last of the GOATs
**** funny when they broke, say they love me when they don't
With the Cs and the Bs, I get money with 'em both
Floor seats, fuck the bleachers, back to breathing that ether
Riding around with a feature, ****, this the Mona Lisa
Fuck being lyrical, I'm a walking miracle, vultures in my cereal
The music is my vehicle, Negro spiritual
Sliding down Imperial, ****, this a different texture
Homie, I ain't with the extras, full clip for the hecklers
In the hood, I'm a pharaoh, blue rag my apparel
Party at the hotel, never hear a ho tell
I'm the shit if I do say, Gin and Juice over D'USSÉ
Strippers jumping outta Snoop cake, lil' ****, how the truth taste?
In the meanwhile, I'm digging though these weed piles
Momma, look at me now, Martha on speed dial
[Verse 2]
Verified in the streets, rap sheet got a lot of fans
Energy Long Beach, see through 'em like a hologram
Chasing a bill, back in the field, got my conceal, call it Lucille
Keeping it trill on Cypress Hill, you got to be real
This shit here built to last, had to break the hourglass
Slow money come fast, just a doggy bag
Now gon' 'head and get mad, never been a kiss ass
Then woke me out my slumber, 'bout to do numbers on your bitch ass
[Verse 3]
To all my young Black entrepreneurs, stack paper
Skyscrapers, get you some motherfucking haters
And my young rap entrepreneurs, reach your goals
Fuck them hoes, through the concrete grew a rose
They ain't tell you that the world was yours, stack your paper
Skyscrapers, fuck all you motherfucking haters
All my young rich entrepreneurs, keep your vision
Fuck the system, turn the cap into capitalism
[Verse 4]
John Wilkes in the booth, I'm a hundred, Wilt when I shoot
So tailor-made in my suit, I'm the Michael J of my group
This Johnny Blaze and that's Snoop, and that's Dr. Dre in the coupe
He give the cue out on Bishop, ain't no OJ in this juice
Another day, another pick up, but I ain't playing no hoops
With this inner circle I figured I'd try and stay in the loop
Stick to the script, this a stick up, but I'ma stick to the truth
Black Thought with a Black fist up like I'ma stick to my roots
I'm hot, boss, don't slip in New York, I'm dripping with hot sauce
And I'm feeling real Gucci, that means I'm dripping, no knock off
Party just like a rockstar and I'm sipping a Rockstar
Your woman think I'm crack and I know I'm getting my rocks off
Most these rappers is fiends, I mean they know where the rocks are
It's like they hit the rock and hit rock bottom to rock hard
But me and Boss Dogg keep a Roscoe like Boss Hogg
Might call just because and 'cause you lost, you a lost cause
Go 'head and get bad, I'ma go 'head and get cash
And I don't get sleep, I get big bags, you big mad
Written by: Andre Young, Aram Schefrin, C. Smith, J. Turnbull, Jason Horace Turnbull, L. Aekah Bouhairie, M. Zager, Rafael Monclova, S. Anderson, Samuel D Anderson, V Smith, Varick D Smith
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