| Yo, this shit feel like Sports Center
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| Nothing but highlights, some ballers
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| Jumping out the mother fucking gym
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| So Designer Flow
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| It’s your uncle Snoop Dogg
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| Let me show you how we keep the trap jumpin' on the West Side
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| The best side
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| McDonald’s all American
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| There’s really no comparing it
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| I play some D and pop a three and fly up in the air again
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| First-round draft pick came in with this rap shit
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| Get a lot of moolah to keep you a bad bitch
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| Those were the rules, I aimed for the full pie
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| Took a slice and now I’m popping at the bull’s eye
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| I’m equivalent to excellence
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| With my weaponry, I’m stepping while I’m rapping it
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| Now could I should I would I do things your way
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| And end up dead or in jail? |
| My nigga no way
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| It’s like some good hot head with no foreplay
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| I won’t be so I cut you like I’m OJ
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| Kingpin
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| Designer Flow hand me the ball young dawg I need a heat check
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| He wet
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| Dikembe Mutombo, that shit
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| Get reject, we all stars baby
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| So you never get what we get
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| Trap jumping like a ball player
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| Trap jumping trap jumping like
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| Trap jumping like
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| Trap jumping like a ball player
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| Trap jumping trap jumping like
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| Trap jumping like
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| Trap jumping like a ball player
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| Trap jumping trap jumping like
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| Trap jumping like
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| Trap jumping like a ball player
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| Trap trap trap trap
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| Nowadays nigga killing over nothing
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| Rep a gang cause they wanna be part of something
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| I been in my own lane since I was a youngin'
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| Whole family had a bag, I’m the plug’s cousin
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| But I found my own plug, the ain’t front me nothin
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| But my nigga Black did give me that Gucci belt (black)
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| This where I put my heat I never leave it on the shelf (strapped)
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| My heart froze I don’t ever leave it on my sleeves (nah)
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| I got hoes I ain’t never met a bitch I need
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| So when she tell me that she leaving i’m a let her leave
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| My aroma in her room ain’t gon' let her breathe
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| Got it smelling like some money and a
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| It’s on record I could smash who I want
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| Put this on record never asked for a
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| Put this on record twenty bands this month
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| Put this on record, put this on record
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| Trap jumping like a ball player
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| Trap jumping trap jumping like
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| Trap jumping like
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| Trap jumping like a ball player
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| Trap jumping trap jumping like
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| Trap jumping like
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| Trap jumping like a ball player
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| Trap jumping trap jumping like
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| Trap jumping like
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| Trap jumping like a ball player
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| Trap trap trap trap
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| In the trap I do my best to help em out
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| And all some niggas ever did was fuck up the count
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| And all some niggas ever did was run they fucking mouth
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| Had to keep it moving had to keep my head up
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| Had to re-up and recoup to get my bread up
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| Had to take a nigga boo and put her legs up
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| Her nigga probably do the same with my main thing
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| Still ride with the flag for the gang gang
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| I’m a real trap nigga, I don’t gang bang
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| I done been across the map with the propane
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| They’ll point a nigga out get your old man
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| Put the noodle in her mouth like the low mein
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| Kill a nigga with a strap like a gay bitch
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| Made a band in a minute off 8 sips
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| Tried to walk away from trapping but I can’t quit
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| Trap jumping like a ball player
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| Trap jumping trap jumping like
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| Trap jumping like
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| Trap jumping like a ball player
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| Trap jumping trap jumping like
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| Trap jumping like
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| Trap jumping like a ball player
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| Trap jumping trap jumping like
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| Trap jumping like
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| Trap jumping like a ball player
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| Trap trap trap trap
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| Born center
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| Say holla at real when i’m in the trap
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| All across the map
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| They say holla at a real one in the trap
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| All across the map sports center
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| Trap jumping like |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SportsCenter , by - Snoop Dogg. Song from the album Make America Crip Again, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп