dogg market lyrics – brotha lynch hung

brotha lynch hung
miscellaneous
dogg market
(snoop)
i’m 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
ain’t that a b*tch, snoop dogg and brotha lynch

(lynch)
and we remain bombed out (what), no doubt
eat n*gg*s up with sour crout (what up), hollow ’em out
’bout to open my own business, siccmade meats
where you gonna get your product from n*gg*?
sacramento streets (why), gotta be
’cause these n*gg*s be trippin
i’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 b*tchest before i had a bundle a dollas
a 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 nephew
what you do and what i do, i’ll 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, ain’t 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
that’s what these m*th*f*ckas think about me, they ain’t made it
mad ’cause n*gg*s be tryna’? some g’s,
smoke weed (? some g’s, smoke weed)
everyday, best believe, everyday
ay you, you n*gg* 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 that’ll blow ya mind, hmm
i bust a b*tch about a quarter ’til nine
so by 10: 15 i got my d*ck on her spine
relax, recline, roll somethin n*gg*
hit this sh*t, blaze it up, now raise it up
the grip and the b*tch, yeah, stays with us
now, a lot a y’all n*gg*s be talkin ’bout y’all livin it up, and give it up
but let me take ya back to the essence, and sh*t
meditate and drop a message and sh*t
you crumb-sn*tchin, no rappin peasants
the big dog want it all, i came back to sn*tch all y’all presents
dippin, slippin, slidin away
from the sac-town to the l-b, we do this sh*t like everyday
do you feel me, i’m the untouchable
f*ckin with the rectable, unquestionable, remarkable,
fabulous and all that sh*t
you know, i’m the original, biiitch, the original, biiitch

/ brotha lynch hung lyrics