[Intro – Snoop Talkin’ Lazy & Low] Yeah… It’s that second shift shiftin’ somethin’ heavy, nephew Ain’t nothin’ glamorous ‘bout it, but I make it look good Let me lace you up one time... warehouse diaries --- [Verse 1] I slide in slow, steel toes, no rush First shift gone, like ghosts in the dust Clipboard kings with the coffee cup stance Ain’t touched a damn box, just perfected the dance They chill in a huddle, laughin’ like sitcoms While I’m dodgin’ them bins and them overstock bombs They point fingers, I point pallets You got talk, I got balance Poppin’ that gate like a G on a mission They leave it all messy, I move with precision Doug in the back, stackin' them racks While y’all in the front fakin’ cardiac attacks Yeah, y’all vanished at lunch, didn’t come back I done rebuilt half the zone, where you at? Ain’t no cap in my wrap, no slack in my stack It’s a cold war daily, and I never unpack --- [Hook – Snoop Style, smooth bounce] Clocked in, zoned out, movin' like a breeze While they clock in, zone out, leanin’ on they knees Talk big, work none, say it with a sneeze But I roll that freight like I’m movin' keys Warehouse blues, still lookin’ like gold While they grow old, I stay cold You ain’t broke a sweat since 2004 But I bend this metal like I bend the road --- [Verse 2 – West Coast Swagger Goin’ In] They walk round slow with a barcode scanner Makin’ love to the tablet like it’s part of they planner They check one box, then disappear Act like they busy if a manager near Y’all file reports, I file through crates Got blisters on fingers, y’all on smoke breaks I’m ten tickets deep, still hummin’ my tune You barely move parts before lunch at noon I see how it is — you clock, then coast While I chase ghosts down every post You stack excuses, I stack them skids You dodge them lifts, I do it for the kids Y’all in the breakroom cryin’ 'bout back pain While I run the whole floor like a damn freight train It’s cool, baby, I don’t trip I just flip these scripts and tighten my grip --- [Hook – Snoop Floats It Now] Clocked in, zoned out, cruisin’ through the mess They clock in, zoned out, stressin’ the vest You play boss, I play chess While you play hurt, I bench press Warehouse saint, with a devilish grin Turn nothin’ into product, then do it again You got time, but I got taste Put that lazy on ice, let the real ones race --- [Bridge – Snoop Talk Breakdown, G’d Up] Let me tell you what it is, homie Y’all coast on history I coast on mystery — how the hell I move so fast? Y’all politick, I poly-lift You point, I place You whine, I win That’s the balance, nephew --- [Final Verse – Slick & Clean Kill] See, I don’t need no credit, I got receipts I ran this floor while y’all warmed up seats I scan, I shift, I lift, I wrap You scan, you dip, you nap, you cap They call it “seniority” — I call it disguise Call it "experience," I call it them lies I'm too slick, too quick, too damn composed You got tenure? I got ten toes And that’s real, baby. Ain’t no need to yell My work speak louder than the stories you tell So next time you point at the mess you see Just know Snoop the reason that it ain’t on repeat --- [Final Hook – Smooth Glide Out] Clocked in, zoned out, warehouse glow Turn stress into checks with a second shift flow They clock out early, I clock out slow ‘Cause I still got more to stack before I go
