Snoop Dogg - Dogghouse Lyrics
DogghouseGimme some of that g shit goldie locYeah, thats what Im talkin boutYeah, check this out yall, uh huh huhHook 2x: snoop doggWe got snoop dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy tray-deeeWaniac, trip loc and goldie, 4 tay from the bay, what you sayWhat you say, huh? (we do this like everyday)[rappin 4-tay]Did ya get the dank, did ya get the dank?Yeah I got the dank, you got the gas in the tank?V.i.p. status, dont need an apparatusCuz the niggas I ***** wit, they all about the cabbageDown in yellobrick road my destination, the dogghouseToastin remys, fillin jimmies, we goin all outLookin for the wizard, creepin through the fogGot some bad ass *****es, headed to the players ballThey gon be strippin and wigglin assHope you brought your playa passTray-deee, goldie half dead, the twins blaze sacksBigger than big everyday in l.a.4 tay representin for the whole damn yae, beeyotch2nd hook: snoop doggDogghouse, turnin it out, and if you aint dope you gots to getThe ***** out, thats on the o g d p, (say what)And thats how it is when you *****in wit me[waniac]Dont matter how you come, use all anglesTies become tangled when the cutthroat stranglesMy hookup, long rangersBetter float like a nationwide sky pagerThem hoes save us, talk about bein playasOn the real we can deal wit you playa hatersWe hit the spot, every city got a blockWhat you makin when you take it to a different type of level that it popsKnow the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady banginHoes steady sangin from the gang that we claiminYo, its waniac, the maniac, trip loc wont you spit that rap[trip loc]Park my shit and jump out, Im at the homies spotTo see if he floatin with me up to the dogghouseHit the weed he lightin, outside little niggas is fightinThis bomb, Im likinHolla at my folks I know up in the complexNigga ready to ride as soon as he get dressedNow we ready to roll, hit the store, then the carpool laneOnce again its on, big chiefinRemind me of the noisiest placeLadies all over the place, and niggas super lacedHow we like it, saggin in my 5 0 1Killin my lungs, keepin these homies and *****es on oneHook 2x[tray deee]Man I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin ***** itHeaded up to dogghouse swervin in a bucketPuffin on some bomb from my comrade blueAnd got my little ***** catch a contact tooHouse shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs onSwoopin to some soopafly, gettin my smoke onNigga goldie loc got the heat on roast it4 tay on the way plus the twins is postedBout to set it off bet its off the hookStraight crooks, gettin money off the booksMakin nothin but that gangsta shit that niggas lovinThuggin at the house party, ***** goin clubbin2nd hook[goldie loc]Let me hear you say pimps, banks, hustlersLets all get the money then murder these mother*****ers*****suckers, they cant stop usNow put up your choppers, just in case they rollin wit them coppersI shut em down, doggpound for them *****esI be seein you with snitches everytime Im hittin switchesIce skatin over dicthesIm true to the game, plus Im out to get them richesI be mobbin down the road tryin to bag up my bagsIm saggin so hard Im tearin up the back of my khakisIm tryin to reach my dogg dirty redBut this hoe wont let me know, which way to goIm movin slowMy chucks only come wit a hundred miles of walkinHundred miles of runnin smellin funny and Im gunnin niggaDoggpound gangsta crip for lifeAnd we gon party in this mother*****er all damn nightHook 2x
