Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SportsCenter, artist - Snoop Dogg. Album song Make America Crip Again, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Doggystyle, EMPIRE
Song language: English
SportsCenter |
Yo, this shit feel like Sports Center |
Nothing but highlights, some ballers |
Jumping out the mother fucking gym |
So Designer Flow |
It’s your uncle Snoop Dogg |
Let me show you how we keep the trap jumpin' on the West Side |
The best side |
McDonald’s all American |
There’s really no comparing it |
I play some D and pop a three and fly up in the air again |
First-round draft pick came in with this rap shit |
Get a lot of moolah to keep you a bad bitch |
Those were the rules, I aimed for the full pie |
Took a slice and now I’m popping at the bull’s eye |
I’m equivalent to excellence |
With my weaponry, I’m stepping while I’m rapping it |
Now could I should I would I do things your way |
And end up dead or in jail? |
My nigga no way |
It’s like some good hot head with no foreplay |
I won’t be so I cut you like I’m OJ |
Kingpin |
Designer Flow hand me the ball young dawg I need a heat check |
He wet |
Dikembe Mutombo, that shit |
Get reject, we all stars baby |
So you never get what we get |
Trap jumping like a ball player |
Trap jumping trap jumping like |
Trap jumping like |
Trap jumping like a ball player |
Trap jumping trap jumping like |
Trap jumping like |
Trap jumping like a ball player |
Trap jumping trap jumping like |
Trap jumping like |
Trap jumping like a ball player |
Trap trap trap trap |
Nowadays nigga killing over nothing |
Rep a gang cause they wanna be part of something |
I been in my own lane since I was a youngin' |
Whole family had a bag, I’m the plug’s cousin |
But I found my own plug, the ain’t front me nothin |
But my nigga Black did give me that Gucci belt (black) |
This where I put my heat I never leave it on the shelf (strapped) |
My heart froze I don’t ever leave it on my sleeves (nah) |
I got hoes I ain’t never met a bitch I need |
So when she tell me that she leaving i’m a let her leave |
My aroma in her room ain’t gon' let her breathe |
Got it smelling like some money and a |
It’s on record I could smash who I want |
Put this on record never asked for a |
Put this on record twenty bands this month |
Put this on record, put this on record |
Trap jumping like a ball player |
Trap jumping trap jumping like |
Trap jumping like |
Trap jumping like a ball player |
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Trap jumping like |
Trap jumping like a ball player |
Trap jumping trap jumping like |
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Trap jumping like a ball player |
Trap trap trap trap |
In the trap I do my best to help em out |
And all some niggas ever did was fuck up the count |
And all some niggas ever did was run they fucking mouth |
Had to keep it moving had to keep my head up |
Had to re-up and recoup to get my bread up |
Had to take a nigga boo and put her legs up |
Her nigga probably do the same with my main thing |
Still ride with the flag for the gang gang |
I’m a real trap nigga, I don’t gang bang |
I done been across the map with the propane |
They’ll point a nigga out get your old man |
Put the noodle in her mouth like the low mein |
Kill a nigga with a strap like a gay bitch |
Made a band in a minute off 8 sips |
Tried to walk away from trapping but I can’t quit |
Trap jumping like a ball player |
Trap jumping trap jumping like |
Trap jumping like |
Trap jumping like a ball player |
Trap jumping trap jumping like |
Trap jumping like |
Trap jumping like a ball player |
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Trap trap trap trap |
Born center |
Say holla at real when i’m in the trap |
All across the map |
They say holla at a real one in the trap |
All across the map sports center |
Trap jumping like |