Sportscenter (remix) Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

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 caught so I cut you like I'm OJ 

Kingpin DJ 

Designer Flow hand me the ball young dawg I need a heat check 

Reset, he wet 

Dikembe Mutombo, that weed shit 

Get reject, we all stars baby 

So you never get what we get 

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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 cup of peace 

It's on record I could smash who I want 

Put this on record never asked for a front 

Put this on record twenty bands this month 

Put this on record, put this on record 

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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 

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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 

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