The Red, The DJ and The Blue

[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