Dogg Market — текст песни (Brotha Lynch Hung)





(snoop)

Im in a murderous-mental mind state, monopolizin on em

Enterprise with homicide, rock this dope and cut them corners (corners)

Worldwide, visualize, two young killas on the rise

Aint that a bitch, snoop dogg and brotha lynch



(lynch)

And we remain bombed out (what), no doubt

Eat niggas up with sour crout (what up), hollow em out

bout to open my own business, siccmade meats

Where you gonna get your product from nigga?

Sacramento streets (why), gotta be

cause these niggas be trippin

Im 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 dollas

A 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 nephew

What you do and what I do, Ill make you wan act a fool



(lynch)

Alright, wait, wait, wait, hold up

Avian lies up in the city, smashin with the fifty-slug

No love, leave ya layin down lookin at the stars above (cause what)

cause everything fade to black, like a scene change, aint it strange

Illegal procedure through out the game, lets ya nuts hang, hit the rain (rain)

? ? ? ? like ? ? ? , laid em up with the hay

They, found the body three months later as I hit him with the potato

Ate up his midsection, recollection, murder on my mind (ay what)

Got me chin-checkin, and they said (that real? ), heard it all the time

Thats what these muthafuckas think about me, they aint made it

Mad cause niggas be tryna ? ? ? some gs,

Smoke weed (? ? ? some gs, smoke weed)

Everyday, best believe, everyday

Ay you, you nigga tryna start ? ? ? move out my way

Bet you never see me in black clothes, creepin out the back yard

Hard-boiled with lead toes



(snoop)

I got so much to do with so little time

My folks smoke dope thatll blow ya mind, hmm

I bust a bitch about a quarter til nine

So by 10:15 I got my dick on her spine

Relax, recline, roll somethin nigga

Hit this shit, blaze it up, now raise it up

The grip and the bitch, yeah, stays with us

Now, a lot a yall niggas be talkin bout yall livin it up, and give it up

But let me take ya back to the essence, and shit

Meditate and drop a message and shit

You crumb-snatchin, no rappin peasants

The big dog want it all, I came back to snatch all yall presents

Dippin, slippin, slidin away

From the sac-town to the l-b, we do this shit like everyday

Do you feel me, Im the untouchable

Fuckin with the rectable, unquestionable, remarkable,

Fabulous and all that shit

You know, Im the original, biiitch, the original, biiitch



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