Hard Knocks Lyrics

Hard Knocks Lyrics by Snoop Dogg is a brand-new English Rap song in the voice of popular rappers Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre, featured in the album “Missionary”. Music of this song produced by Dr. Dre while lyrics penned down by Snoop Dogg. After released accompanied by a music video, “Hard Knocks” quickly gained popularity in United States, Canada, United Kingdom, Germany, Brazil, Australia & India.

Release Date: December 13, 2024

Dive into the full lyrics below and immerse yourself in the emotions and storytelling that make this song unforgettable.

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2 Behind The Song Lyrics

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[Intro]
Ay, cut this shit off

[Verse 1]
My life the f*ckin’ business, in here collectin’ digits
This shit could get explicit, got a sweet tooth for these b!tches
Yeah, burnin’ through these meal tickets
Shit could get wicked (Mic check)
Lights, camera, action
Slow burn, no crash
Now that’s a lot of ash
The f*ckin’ main attraction
Let’s get this shit in order, I am the top of the total
Time to reload and we blowin’ the smoke out your motor
Come get in closer, yeah I know you smellin’ that aroma
House hold name on every motherf*ckin’ corner
Ring ding ding, she f*ck me right then I’m a goner
Ting ting, then we toast into this marijuana
Now how many licks does it take just to get to the center of a cupcake?
No time to pump

[Chorus]
School of hard knocks took the long way
See the f*ckin’ cops in the busy hallway
Made it out the hood, now it’s Broadway
Y’all motherf*ckers better leave them kids alone

[Verse 2]
These n!ggas can’t afford to go to war on a budget (Nah-ah)
Say my name in the wrong sentence and I’ma pull up and touch it (Yup)
The repercussion in this b!tch, it sound just like a percussion
Have your deep cover cold case under the rubbish
Yeah, murder was the f*ckin’ case
That’s the killer Cali way
Ricky in the alley way, just another Saturday
Drinkin’ gin and juice while these b!tches was sippin’ Alizé
It’s just a matinee, watch me blow a bag a day

[Chorus]
School of hard knocks took the long way
See the f*ckin’ cops in the busy hallway
Made it out the hood, now it’s Broadway
Y’all motherf*ckers better leave them kids alone

[Verse 3]
I started out with nothin’ and took this gangster shit worldwide
You know a n!gga always into somethin’
I couldn’t even help it if I tried
Now this is fair warning, n!gga, final notice
Back outside and movin’ on this locomotive
Hot as f*ck, but still keepin’ a cold shoulder
You outta luck, success the sweetest hangover
Game over (Over, over, over)

[Bridge]
Guns on the bed (Yeah)
Aye

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[Verse 3]
Phone on don’t do not disturb
Two Chevys in my grandma’s driveway, notice not the birds
Prescriptions and a medicine cap that I got wide reserved
Guns on the bed, the chopper mine, the pocket rocket hers
You actin’ nervous around killers, you got a lot of nerve
She wanna slide, I’m at the top, you know that top reserved
You sheddin’ blood, that’s murder and your name get hot as Zurn
My shooter’s quiet on the set, you on here, not a word (Hush)
Used to givin’ my all, f*ck a minimum wage
Tryna make me a slave, that’s how villains are made
Had me feelin’ some way, stuck in my feelings some day
Windows get tinted Sunday, pillage to fill it’s Monday
Just another day at work (Uh)
Feelin’ like I’m on the verge
Get the urge, don’t wanna Purge
Shit get deep, spoken word
Met this b!tch in Sherman Oaks, I bet she f*ck with Sherm
Smokey in a pigeon coop, look like she ducking worm
Baby daddy on her back, every time I bust a turn
B!tch keep lookin’ right to left, that shit not my concern
On Long Beach Boulevard until I get to twenty-third
Put us in the jungle, we leavin’ out that b!tch in furs
I’m talkin’ his and hers, DA
Tryna switch his words
Murder was the case, but you know what the witness heard (Nothing)
N!gga bumped his head, musta hit a nerve
Scratches on a statement like the 4G, I don’t see the curve
I see you for what you is, with my vision blurred
Don’t make a n!gga sign a phone and sit without a signature
You know this shit could get ugly as Forest Whitaker
Make your bones chillin’, you feelin’ all in your fibula
I be home gettin’ my d**k sucked with the semi-tucked
Frequently knee deep in some p*ssy and still don’t give a f*ck
Girls with that big fist tryna connect some
Parking lot pimpin’, tryna collect some
Too rich to make poor decisions
Too many die for attention
They prey on you, no religion
Don’t let em play with you, might have to kill some
N!ggas that change on you, pop, career done
Hittin’ them chains on you, locked in prison
A n!gga out there movin’ right
The shit you b!tches do for likes

Behind The Song Lyrics

Snoop Dogg’s “Hard Knocks” song lyrics explore themes of resilience, ambition, and the struggles of rising from adversity. The song captures a raw and gritty perspective on life, blending stories of overcoming hardship (“School of hard knocks took the long way”) with vivid depictions of street life, loyalty, and success. It emphasizes self-reliance, navigating challenges, and staying true to one’s path amidst chaos and temptation. The tone is bold and unapologetic, reflecting a mix of triumph and caution in a high-stakes environment.

Hard Knocks (MV)

Song: Q&A

Who sung the song “Hard Knocks” by Snoop Dogg?
Ans. Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre

Who wrote the lyrics of “Hard Knocks” by Snoop Dogg?
Ans. Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre

Who produced “Hard Knocks” by Snoop Dogg?
Ans. Dr. Dre

When did Snoop Dogg release “Hard Knocks”?
Ans. December 13, 2024

When did Snoop Dogg release the album “Missionary”?
Ans. December 13, 2024

Hard Knocks Lyrics - Snoop Dogg ft. Dr. Dre

Audio Credits

Artists : Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre
Album : Missionary
Lyrics : Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre
Music : Dr. Dre
Label : Aftermath Entertainment, Death Row Records, Interscope Records

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