| 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, Snoop Dogg and Brotha Lynch
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| (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, 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
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| (Snoop)
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| I had a bundle of bitchest before I had a bundle a dollas
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| A fist full a problems while 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 I do, I’ll make you wan’act a fool
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| (Lynch)
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| Alright, wait, wait, wait, hold up 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)
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| ??? |
| like ???, laid 'em up with the hay
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| They, found the body three months later as 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 muthafuckas think about me, they ain’t made it Mad 'cause niggas be tryna'??? |
| some G’s,
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| 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
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| (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 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 The grip and the bitch, yeah, stays with us Now, a lot a y'all niggas be talkin 'bout y'all livin it up, and give it up 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, 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 L-B, we do this shit like everyday
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| Do you feel me, I’m the untouchable
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| Fuckin with the rectable, unquestionable, remarkable,
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| fabulous and all that shit
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| You know, I’m the original, biiitch, the original, biiitch |