
(lynch)
And we remain bombed out -no doubt/
Eat niggas up with sour crout , -hollow 'em out/
'bout to open my own business, -siccmade meats/
Where you gonna get your product from nigga? -Sacramento streets /
gotta be 'cause these niggas be trippin/
I'm dippin in and out the city with the Frank Nitty whip- With no pity/
dingy, dirty, grimey and gritty, get at 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 suites (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...
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