Snoop Dogg, Stresmatic, Busta Rhymes - Powder On My Clothes lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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