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Snoop Dogg - Dogghouse
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Dogghouse Gimme some of that g shit goldie loc Yeah, thats what Im talkin bout Yeah, check this out yall, uh huh huh Hook 2x: snoop dogg We got snoop dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy tray-deee Waniac, trip loc and goldie, 4 tay from the bay, what you say What 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 apparatus Cuz the niggas I fuck wit, they all about the cabbage Down in yellobrick road my destination, the dogghouse Toastin remys, fillin jimmies, we goin all out Lookin for the wizard, creepin through the fog Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the players ball They gon be strippin and wigglin ass Hope you brought your playa pass Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the twins blaze sacks Bigger than big everyday in l.a. 4 tay representin for the whole damn yae, beeyotch 2nd hook: snoop dogg Dogghouse, turnin it out, and if you aint dope you gots to get The fuck out, thats on the o g d p, (say what) And thats how it is when you fuckin wit me [waniac] Dont matter how you come, use all angles Ties become tangled when the cutthroat strangles My hookup, long rangers Better float like a nationwide sky pager Them hoes save us, talk about bein playas On the real we can deal wit you playa haters We hit the spot, every city got a block What you makin when you take it to a different type of level that it pops Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady bangin Hoes steady sangin from the gang that we claimin Yo, its waniac, the maniac, trip loc wont you spit that rap [trip loc] Park my shit and jump out, Im at the homies spot To see if he floatin with me up to the dogghouse Hit the weed he lightin, outside little niggas is fightin This bomb, Im likin Holla at my folks I know up in the complex Nigga ready to ride as soon as he get dressed Now we ready to roll, hit the store, then the carpool lane Once again its on, big chiefin Remind me of the noisiest place Ladies all over the place, and niggas super laced How we like it, saggin in my 5 0 1 Killin my lungs, keepin these homies and bitches on one Hook 2x [tray deee] Man I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin fuck it Headed up to dogghouse swervin in a bucket Puffin on some bomb from my comrade blue And got my little bitch catch a contact too House shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on Swoopin to some soopafly, gettin my smoke on Nigga goldie loc got the heat on roast it 4 tay on the way plus the twins is posted Bout to set it off bet its off the hook Straight crooks, gettin money off the books Makin nothin but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin Thuggin at the house party, fuck goin clubbin 2nd hook [goldie loc] Let me hear you say pimps, banks, hustlers Lets all get the money then murder these motherfuckers Cocksuckers, they cant stop us Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin wit them coppers I shut em down, doggpound for them bitches I be seein you with snitches everytime Im hittin switches Ice skatin over dicthes Im true to the game, plus Im out to get them riches I be mobbin down the road tryin to bag up my bags Im saggin so hard Im tearin up the back of my khakis Im tryin to reach my dogg dirty red But this hoe wont let me know, which way to go Im movin slow My chucks only come wit a hundred miles of walkin Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and Im gunnin nigga Doggpound gangsta crip for life And we gon party in this motherfucker all damn night Hook 2x
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