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[Intro: Snoop Dogg] Yo, yo DJ Whoo Kid We did it again my nigga **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 bullshit (Bullshit) Get with this real shit (Real shit) Fake niggas get killed 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 bullshit (Bullshit) Get with this rеal shit Fake niggas gettin' killed 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 motherfuckers hate it Yeah I pulled a wammy (Pulled a wammy) I'm like my nephew 50 Cent, motherfuck 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 niggas 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 motherfuckin' thugs at Never went away so I won't have to come back I fuck 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 niggas 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 bullshit (Bullshit) Get with this real shit (Real shit) Fake niggas get killed 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 shit 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 hell And I'm from G-Unit Niggas know me I'm the protégé of Doc D.R.E Hardest nigga on wax since Eazy-E, S-N-double-O-P, Pac and D.O.C 50 found me in the CPT Now niggas feelin' my shit in the NYC I'ma tell you like Cube told me, I'm dope man, dope man in these streets And I'ma gangbang every time I bust Spit that Glock 9 symphony, who fuckin' wit us? Yellin' that murda shit, 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 motherfucker, 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 niggas wouldn't be spittin' today As the world turns, and the chronic leaf burns, I'm comin' for the crown when the fuck 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 pussy on his back motherfucker 'cause it's like that Niggas wanna see Chuck Taylor layin' flat The aftermath of that, holdin' my dick and my gat Bow down niggas '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 nigga He dissed me on the mixtape, yeah that's the sign of a bitch nigga 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 motherfucker And when you get there tell God I'm on my way I just gotta go get me some motherfuckin' 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 motherfucker West west DJ Whoo Kid We did again, my nigga 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