Powder on My Clothes

[Chorus: Stresmatic] Powder on my clothes Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove By next summer I will have a Range Rover My money, it grows and it grows and it grows and it grows and it grows Powder on my clothes Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove By next summer I will have a Range Rover My money, it grows and it grows and it grows and it grows and it grows [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Bitch nigga Lemme show y'all what I’m great at East Side Long Beach, nigga where they say that? Spray that, old school just like an ADAT Doggie where you weigh that, homie don’t play that More fresh powder Scram, blood, blam on your clam chowder Easy easy deezy show you how to Flip a brick in half, stuff it in the chicken bag Another hundred million smiling with my crippin' ass Rock it up and go, I let it marinate I came back to the city, just to share the cake Lil' homies ready, y'all lock and load Beast city in the crippin' kitchen [Chorus: Stresmatic] Powder on my clothes Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove By next summer I will have a Range Rover My money, it grows and it grows and it grows and it grows and it grows Powder on my clothes Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove By next summer I will have a Range Rover My money, it grows and it grows and it grows and it grows and it grows [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] 1989, when I was on the grind getting mine 6-1 block, East Side was the line I had to have heart, nigga couldn’t punk out You was training boys in the hood, nigga you jumped out Scary ass busta, I get money with the hustlas The Rugers, the main streets, the 6-0’s, the 8 Trey Gangstas Popped at Piru’s and I cruise and I choose cause I paid my dues Squeezing on these foo’s, but back to the money cause my homie need a new pair of shoes Point made, close call This is the life and time of the homie big Snoop Dogg [Chorus: Stresmatic] Powder on my clothes Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove By next summer I will have a Range Rover My money, it grows and it grows and it grows and it grows and it grows Powder on my clothes Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove By next summer I will have a Range Rover My money, it grows and it grows and it grows and it grows and it grows [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] So much weight up in the bag that when you carry it, it break a shoulder Bitch I put the cocaina back in Coca cola Local distribution best make sure you grab the cargo’s It’s Godfather Busta Remo, it’s General Nargos I stash this money and coka in congos I even ship the coke in instruments, stuff ‘em in bongos We getting money like out of this cosmos Pushing white down the 405 like OJ in the Bronco We getting money, purchase diamonds straight out of the Congo From cutting coke with my Colombian connect Alonzo Pass the weed and let me roll a fronto Bitch just brush this powder off my clothes and do it pronto [Chorus: Stresmatic] Powder on my clothes Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove By next summer I will have a Range Rover My money, it grows and it grows and it grows and it grows and it grows Powder on my clothes Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove By next summer I will have a Range Rover My money, it grows and it grows and it grows and it grows and it grows