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Текст песни Brotha Lynch Hung - Dogg Market

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(snoop)Im in a murderous-mental mind state, monopolizin on emEnterprise with homicide, rock this dope and cut them corners (corners)Worldwide, visualize, two young killas on the riseAint that a bitch, snoop dogg and brotha lynch(lynch)And we remain bombed out (what), no doubtEat niggas up with sour crout (what up), hollow em outbout to open my own business, siccmade meatsWhere you gonna get your product from nigga? Sacramento streets (why), gotta because these niggas be trippinIm dippin in and out the city with the ? ? ? ? ? ? whip (what)With no pity, dingy, dirty, grimey and gritty, get me(snoop)I had a bundle of bitchest before I had a bundle a dollasA fist full a problems while Im poppin my collar (ay, ay, ay)Sockin bustas, frontin hustlers with they work on the streets>from the streets, to the sweets (to the what), to the slugs, to the east (man)Please believe, let me holler at you nephewWhat you do and what I do, Ill make you wan act a fool(lynch)Alright, wait, wait, wait, hold upAvian lies up in the city, smashin with the fifty-slugNo love, leave ya layin down lookin at the stars above (cause what)cause everything fade to black, like a scene change, aint it strangeIllegal procedure through out the game, lets ya nuts hang, hit the rain (rain)? ? ? ? like ? ? ? , laid em up with the hayThey, found the body three months later as I hit him with the potatoAte up his midsection, recollection, murder on my mind (ay what)Got me chin-checkin, and they said (that real? ), heard it all the timeThats what these muthafuckas think about me, they aint made itMad cause niggas be tryna ? ? ? some gs,Smoke weed (? ? ? some gs, smoke weed)Everyday, best believe, everydayAy you, you nigga tryna start ? ? ? move out my wayBet you never see me in black clothes, creepin out the back yardHard-boiled with lead toes(snoop)I got so much to do with so little timeMy folks smoke dope thatll blow ya mind, hmmI bust a bitch about a quarter til nineSo by 10:15 I got my dick on her spineRelax, recline, roll somethin niggaHit this shit, blaze it up, now raise it upThe grip and the bitch, yeah, stays with usNow, a lot a yall niggas be talkin bout yall livin it up, and give it upBut let me take ya back to the essence, and shitMeditate and drop a message and shitYou crumb-snatchin, no rappin peasantsThe big dog want it all, I came back to snatch all yall presentsDippin, slippin, slidin awayFrom the sac-town to the l-b, we do this shit like everydayDo you feel me, Im the untouchableFuckin with the rectable, unquestionable, remarkable,Fabulous and all that shitYou know, Im the original, biiitch, the original, biiitch

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