Текст (слова) песни: Brotha Lynch Hung - Dogg Market

(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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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Brotha Lynch Hung - Dogg Market (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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Dogg Market: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/19546.html Все тексты песен: Brotha Lynch Hung » Brotha Lynch Hung - 1 Die 1 » Brotha Lynch Hung - Rest in Piss » Brotha Lynch Hung - Lose a Hoe, Gain a Hoe » Brotha Lynch Hung - In The Beginning » Brotha Lynch Hung - I`m Bout It » Brotha Lynch Hung - Locc 2 Da Brain » Brotha Lynch Hung - Brotha Lynch Hung and Siccmade Muzicc Pr » Brotha Lynch Hung - Secondz a Way » Brotha Lynch Hung - Dogg Market » Brotha Lynch Hung - X-Caliba » Brotha Lynch Hung - Devils and Gunsmoke » Brotha Lynch Hung - Deep Down » Brotha Lynch Hung - Situation On Dirty » Brotha Lynch Hung - Hunta Killa » Brotha Lynch Hung - Season of the Sick » Brotha Lynch Hung - 1 Die 1 » Brotha Lynch Hung - Return Of Da Baby Killa » Brotha Lynch Hung - Datz Real Gangsta / Gangsta Shit » Brotha Lynch Hung - Raw Edge Bullshit » Brotha Lynch Hung - Jackin` 4 Joints Рекомендуем скачать: » Шухрат Хусаинов - Еще один в нехоженной дали... » Шао ? Бао ! - Сезон дождей » Шухрат Хусаинов - Где ветра, что мою боль уносили... » Шамиль Абряров - Коктебель » Шухрат Хусаинов - Родина » Шура - Порушка-Пораня » Шура - День за окном » Шелег Михаил - СТАСИК С ПРИВОЗА » Шпильки - Чмоки » Шухрат Хусаинов - Прожил жизнь. Впрочем, вру » Шао? Бао! - Сезон дождей » Шура - Вечность » Шамиль Абряров - Ночь. Утро. » Шухрат Хусаинов - Строки из дневника некоренного парижанина » Шура - Холодная Луна-2 » Шура, Shura - Зимушка » Шухрат Хусаинов - Городу » Шамиль Абряров - Беззвучное танго » Шура - Отшумели летние дожди » Шао? Бао! Легион - Не верь
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