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Текст песни Brotha Lynch Hung f Snoop Dogg - EBK4

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(Snoop)I`m 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 riseAin`t 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 out`Bout to open my own business, Siccmade MeatsWhere you gonna get your product from nigga?Sacramento streets (WHY), gotta be`Cause these niggas be trippinI`m 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 I`m 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, I`ll 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, ain`t 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 timeThat`s what these muthafuckas think about me, they ain`t made itMad `cause niggas be tryna` ??? some G`s, smoke weed (??? some G`s, 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 that`ll 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 y`all niggas be talkin `bout y`all 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 y`all presentsDippin, slippin, slidin awayFrom the Sac-town to the L-B, we do this shit like everydayDo you feel me, I`m the untouchableFuckin with the rectable, unquestionable, remarkable, fabulous and all that shitYou know, I`m the original, biiitch, the original, biiitch

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