Listen to Cold Game (feat. Latoiya Williams) by Snoop Dogg

Cold Game (feat. Latoiya Williams)

Snoop Dogg

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Music Video

21. Snoop Dogg - Cold Game feat. Latoiya Williams
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Performer
Latoiya Williams
Latoiya Williams
Performer
Bad Lucc
Bad Lucc
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Latoiya Williams
Latoiya Williams
Composer
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Composer
R. Thomas
R. Thomas
Composer
R. Lewis
R. Lewis
Composer
Claude Cave
Claude Cave
Composer
Carlos Wilson
Carlos Wilson
Composer
Louis Wilson
Louis Wilson
Composer
Ricardo Wilson
Ricardo Wilson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Executive Producer
Rick Rude
Rick Rude
Producer
Travis "Shaggy" Marshall
Travis "Shaggy" Marshall
Recording Engineer
Chris Jackson
Chris Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I had seen a lot of niggers come up in this game But never did they make the look so good From candy cars to bright yellow bras The gangster white walls and the wood You see, there comes a time in a man's life Where you gotta choose the goods of the game Oh, but it so hard to turn your back on a place Where everybody knows your name It's a cold game, I ain't been one to Jump in and out of the range Maybe an old school synagogue Spinnin' the vision from which I faint You got to do it, you can, gotta keep rhymin' East Side High enjoyin' life, hair blowin' in the wind The state that I'm in is gangster bliss This is what you're callin' a sis Passin' them off quick, memories missed I made a lot of friends, a whole lot of money Been down a couple times, but it never stopped my rhymin' In fact, I got better, clutchin' on Beretta's Blowin' a sticky, turn it to whether A war shows in dough free lobos, this is how a player roll And I never be questioned by some new young chump Poppin' their toss, Snoopy D.O. made the way for you to walk Owe it to the almighty, without you it couldn't be done Your praise put the rise of the son, you dig? Hold closer my hands from my throne And I never be crucified within my own zone Here is a very good reason to show love But you gotta separate grown man from grown thug From mamas goin' down for murder in '93 To keys all over the city bowlin' in Snoops league I changed, I got smarter, I got a daughter Two sons, beautiful wife for starters I did it all, Jack, poppin' this peas Eatin' international cuisine overseas, yeah Don't judge me, you only knew Snoopy You never tried to know Calvin, you tried to groove me up Like some loco, I earned my respect Did so much shit for the Coast, I should get a check But all in all, I did it, B, cool as a blind with a C Leveled my life as I push away the groupies Snoopin' in a coopin', you can call me Uncle Snoopy Don't worry about your circumstances Take your chances, still from the B, L, B, C For you are the C Haler at you're the Snoopy Haler at you're the Snoopy I paid my dues And now it's time to make a change Gotta make that move There's a time and place for everythin' I paid my dues And now it's time to make a change Gotta make that move There's a time and place for everythin' I paid my dues And now it's time to make a change Gotta make that move There's a time and place for everythin' I paid my dues And now it's time to make a change Gotta make that move There's a time and place for everythin' Don't worry about your circumstances Take your chances, still from the L B C For you are the C Haler at you're the Snoopy Haler at you're the Snoopy
Writer(s): Calvin Broadus, Randy Thomas, Ricky Lewis, Latoiya Williams, Carlos Wilson, Claude B. Ii Cave, Ricardo A Wilson, Louis W Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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