Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse

Gimme some of that G Goldie Loc
Yeah, that's I'm talkin 'bout
Yeah, this out y'all, uh huh huh

HOOK 2X: Dogg
We got Snoop Dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy
Waniac, Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from the bay, what you say
What you say, huh? (we do like everyday)

4-Tay]
Did ya get the dank, did ya get the
Yeah I got the dank, you got the gas in the
V.I.P. status, need an apparatus
'cause the I fuck wit, they all about the cabbage
Down in road my destination, the DoggHouse
Toastin Remys, jimmies, we goin all out
for the wizard, creepin through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's
gon be strippin and wigglin ass
Hope you brought your playa
Tray-Deee, half dead, the twins blaze sacks
Bigger than big in L.A.
4 Tay representin for the whole damn yae,

2ND Snoop Dogg
DoggHouse, turnin it out, and if you aint dope you to get
The fuck out, on the O G D P, (say what)
And how it is when you fuckin wit me

Don't how you come, use all angles
Ties become tangled the cutthroat strangles
My hookup, long
Better float like a nationwide sky
Them hoes save us, talk about playas
On the real we can deal wit you playa
We hit the spot, every city got a
What you makin when you take it to a type of level that it pops
the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady bangin
Hoes steady sangin from the gang we claimin
Yo, it's Waniac, the maniac, Trip Loc won't you spit rap

[Trip
Park my and jump out, I'm at the homies spot
To see if he floatin me up to the DoggHouse
Hit the weed he lightin, outside little is fightin
This bomb, I'm
at my folks I know up in the complex
Nigga ready to ride as as he get dressed
Now we ready to roll, hit the store, then the carpool
Once it's on, big chiefin
Remind me of the place
Ladies all over the place, and super laced
How we like it, in my 5 0 1
Killin my lungs, keepin these homies and on one

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[Tray
Man I got warrants, bad tax, still fuck it
Headed up to swervin in a bucket
on some bomb from my comrade Blue
And got my little bitch a contact too
shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on
Swoopin to some Soopafly, gettin my on
Goldie Loc got the heat on roast it
4 Tay on the way plus the twins is
Bout to set it off bet off the hook
Straight crooks, gettin money off the
nothin but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin
Thuggin at the party, fuck goin clubbin

2ND

[Goldie
Let me you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Let's all get the money then these motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, they stop us
Now put up your choppers, just in they rollin wit them coppers
I em down, DoggPound for them bitches
I be seein you snitches everytime I'm hittin switches
Ice over dicthes
I'm to the game, plus I'm out to get them riches
I be mobbin down the tryin to bag up my bags
I'm saggin so hard I'm up the back of my khakis
I'm tryin to my dogg Dirty Red
But this hoe let me know, which way to go
I'm slow
My chucks only come wit a miles of walkin
Hundred miles of runnin smellin and I'm gunnin nigga
gangsta crip for life
And we gon party in motherfucker all damn night

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