Lyrics:

(Snoop)I'm in a murderous-mental mind state, monopolizin on 'emEnterprise with homicide, rock this dope and cut them corners (corners)Worldwide, visualize, two young killas on the riseAin't that a bitch, Snoop Dogg and Brotha Lynch(Lynch)And we remain bombed out (what), no doubtEat niggas up with sour crout (what up), hollow 'em out'Bout to open my own business, Siccmade MeatsWhere you gonna get your product from nigga?Sacramento streets (WHY), gotta be'Cause these niggas be trippinI'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 bitchest before I had a bundle a dollasA 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 nephewWhat you do and what I do, I'll make you wan' act a fool(Lynch)Alright, wait, wait, wait, hold upAvian lies up in the city, smashin with the fifty-slugNo love, leave ya layin down lookin at the stars above ('cause what)'Cause everything fade to black, like a scene change, ain't it strangeIllegal procedure through out the game, lets ya nuts hang, hit the rain (rain)???? like ???, laid 'em up with the hayThey, found the body three months later as I hit him with the potatoAte up his midsection, recollection, murder on my mind (ay what)Got me chin-checkin, and they said (that real?), heard it all the timeThat's what these muthafuckas think about me, they ain't made itMad 'cause niggas be tryna' ??? some G's, smoke weed (??? some G's, smoke weed)Everyday, best believe, everydayAy you, you nigga tryna' start ??? move out my wayBet you never see me in black clothes, creepin out the back yardHard-boiled with lead toes(Snoop)I got so much to do with so little timeMy folks smoke dope that'll blow ya mind, hmmI bust a bitch about a quarter 'til nineSo by 10:15 I got my dick on her spineRelax, recline, roll somethin niggaHit this shit, blaze it up, now raise it upThe grip and the bitch, yeah, stays with usNow, a lot a y'all niggas be talkin 'bout y'all livin it up, and give it upBut let me take ya back to the essence, and shitMeditate and drop a message and shitYou crumb-snatchin, no rappin peasantsThe big dog want it all, I came back to snatch all y'all presentsDippin, slippin, slidin awayFrom the Sac-town to the L-B, we do this shit like everydayDo you feel me, I'm the untouchableFuckin with the rectable, unquestionable, remarkable, fabulous and all that shitYou know, I'm the original, biiitch, the original, biiitch

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