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(Snoop) I'm in a murderous-mental mind state, monopolizin on 'em |
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Enterprise with homicide, rock this dope and cut them corners (corners) |
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Worldwide, visualize, two young killas on the rise |
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Ain't that a bitch, |
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Snoop Dogg and |
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Brotha Lynch (Lynch) |
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And we remain bombed out (what), no doubt |
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Eat niggas up with sour crout (what up), hollow 'em out ' |
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Bout to open my own business, |
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Siccmade Meats |
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Where you gonna get your product from nigga? |
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Sacramento streets (WHY), gotta be ' |
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Cause these niggas be trippin |
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I'm dippin in and out the city with the ??? ??? whip (what) |
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With no pity, dingy, dirty, grimey and gritty, get me (Snoop) |
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I had a bundle of bitchest before |
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I had a bundle a dollas |
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A fist full a problems while |
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I'm poppin my collar (ay, ay, ay) |
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Sockin bustas, frontin hustlers with they work on the streets > |
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From the streets, to the sweets (to the what), to the slugs, to the east (man) |
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Please believe, let me holler at you nephew |
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What you do and what |
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I do, I'll make you wan' act a fool (Lynch) |
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Alright, wait, wait, wait, hold up |
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Avian lies up in the city, smashin with the fifty-slug |
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No love, leave ya layin down lookin at the stars above ('cause what) ' |
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Cause everything fade to black, like a scene change, ain't it strange |
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Illegal procedure through out the game, lets ya nuts hang, hit the rain (rain) ???? like ???, laid 'em up with the hay |
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They, found the body three months later as |
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I hit him with the potato |
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Ate up his midsection, recollection, murder on my mind (ay what) |
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Got me chin-checkin, and they said (that real?), heard it all the time |
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That's what these mutha****as think about me, they ain't made it |
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Mad 'cause niggas be tryna' ??? some |
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G's, smoke weed (??? some G's, smoke weed) |
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Everyday, best believe, everyday |
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Ay you, you nigga tryna' start ??? move out my way |
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Bet you never see me in black clothes, creepin out the back yard |
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Hard-boiled with lead toes (Snoop) |
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I got so much to do with so little time |
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My folks smoke dope that'll blow ya mind, hmm |
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I bust a bitch about a quarter 'til nine |
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So by 10:15 |
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I got my dick on her spine |
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Relax, recline, roll somethin nigga |
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Hit this shit, blaze it up, now raise it up |
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The grip and the bitch, yeah, stays with us |
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Now, a lot a y'all niggas be talkin 'bout y'all livin it up, and give it up |
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But let me take ya back to the essence, and shit |
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Meditate and drop a message and shit |
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You crumb-snatchin, no rappin peasants |
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The big dog want it all, |
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I came back to snatch all y'all presents |
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Dippin, slippin, slidin away |
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From the Sac-town to the |
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L-B, we do this shit like everyday |
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Do you feel me, |
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I'm the untouchable |
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****in with the rectable, unquestionable, remarkable, fabulous and all that shit |
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You know, |
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I'm the original, biiitch, the original, biiitch |
