Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dogg Market , by - Brotha Lynch Hung. Song from the album EBK4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.11.2005
Record label: Black Market
Song language: English
Dogg Market |
| 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 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 |
| 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 bitchest 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 muthafuckas think about me, they ain’t made it Mad 'cause niggas be tryna'??? |
| some G’s, |
| smoke weed (??? some G’s, 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 that’ll 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 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 |
| 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 y’all presents |
| Dippin, slippin, slidin away |
| From the Sac-town to the L-B, we do this shit like everyday |
| Do you feel me, I’m the untouchable |
| Fuckin with the rectable, unquestionable, remarkable, |
| fabulous and all that shit |
| You know, I’m the original, biiitch, the original, biiitch |