Snoop Dogg feat. Rick Rock & Stressmatic – Main Phone

Lyrics “Main Phone” – Snoop Dogg feat. Rick Rock & Stressmatic

Hello..
On  my main phone, textin’ with this other phone
Tryna  keep these lights on, sleepin’ with my Nikes on
Doin’ hella s**t, bustin’ patterns in a random
Watch my paper get longer..②

I’m on a road to the riches, checkin’ paper, mane
I wanna play in gold like a Laker, mane
My b**ch too negative, gotta shake her, mane
She  gotta catch me in the wind like a paper plane
I came up in the ’80s when the women were defensive
So I came up with a counter called passive-aggressive pimpin’
When you make ’em feel lucky for f**kin’ me in the loft
Help ’em bust nuts and they helpin’ me buy trucks
Not outright, but a nice down in the first month
I mean, I’m not really pimpin’, my n**ga, f**k you on
Beats slappin’, 9 milli’ packin’-ass n**ga
Oh, soon Slew City Slew mackin’-ass n**ga
I am spit-taking llama
‘Bout my decimals, digits, commas
Rubles, shillings, pesos, watch out
Because punk s**t lead to trauma
That’s why I’m on my

Main phone, textin’ with this other phone
Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin’ with my Nikes on
Doin’ hella s**t, bustin’ patterns in a random
Watch my paper get longer
On my main phone, textin’ with this other phone
Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin’ with my Nikes on
Doin’ hella s**t, bustin’ patterns in a random
Watch my paper get longer

Nike Cortez on my feet in a deep sleep with a freak
From the meet and greet, now it’s left to me
Rick bounced the beat, gave a ounce to P
Had to cut the b**ch off for popping off to me
I’m back to business relentlessly, I ain’t done ’til I’m finished
Variety in your society and b**ch, I’m the menace
You wish I would call back, you wish I would fall back
See, I’m a dope boy, so I’m a need my football back

In and out these routes like I was Julian Edelman
I needs all mine from the s**t I been peddling
I’m settling for nothing less than the top notch
Jumping over all you h*es like hopscotch
B**ch, back up off me and leave me alone
I’m walking my dog a half a mile from my home
On my phone, tryna get rich, talking s**t to a b**ch
Coming up with some s**t like this

On my main phone, textin’ with this other phone
Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin’ with my Nikes on
Doin’ hella s**t, bustin’ patterns in a random
Watch my paper get longer
On my main phone, textin’ with this other phone
Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin’ with my Nikes on
Doin’ hella s**t, bustin’ patterns in a random
Watch my paper get longer

Yeah, holla at me
No, I’ma text you from my other number
Yeah, it’s the 818
Oh, you want me to hit you from the 213
We find our hero, Blaps Bastardly, roaming the land
With nothing but his MPC and his moral compass in hand
Avoiding all punk s**t, not needing two dollars in his hand
Weaving through the malevolent man and malevolent plan
You got to catch him

On my main phone, textin’ with this other phone
Tryna keep these lights on, sleepin’ with my Nikes on
Doin’ hella s**t, bustin’ patterns in a random
Watch my paper get longer…

➤ Written by Stresmatic, Rick Rock & Snoop Dogg
Produced by Rick Rock
Snoop Dogg | Rick Rock | Stresmatic | 2019

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