Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse

Gimme of that G shit Goldie Loc
Yeah, what 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, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from the bay, 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, don't need an
the niggas I fuck wit, they all about the cabbage
Down in yellobrick road my destination, the
Toastin Remys, fillin' jimmies, we all out
Lookin for the wizard, through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's
gon be strippin and wigglin ass
Hope you brought your pass
Tray-Deee, Goldie half dead, the twins sacks
Bigger than big in L.A.
4 Tay representin for the damn yae, Beeyotch

2ND HOOK: Dogg
DoggHouse, turnin it out, and if you aint you gots to get
The out, that's on the O G D P, (say what)
And that's how it is when you wit me

Don't matter how you come, use all
Ties become tangled when the cutthroat
My hookup, long
Better like a nationwide sky pager
hoes save us, talk about bein playas
On the real we can wit you playa haters
We hit the spot, every got a block
What you makin when you take it to a different of level that it pops
Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, bangin
Hoes steady sangin from the gang that we
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
bomb, I'm likin
Holla at my I know up in the complex
Nigga ready to ride as soon as he get
Now we to roll, hit the store, then the carpool lane
Once again on, big chiefin
Remind me of the place
Ladies all over the place, and niggas super
How we it, saggin in my 5 0 1
Killin my lungs, keepin these and bitches on one

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

2ND

Loc]
Let me you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Let's all get the money then murder motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, can't stop us
Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin wit coppers
I em down, DoggPound for them bitches
I be you with snitches everytime I'm hittin switches
Ice skatin over
I'm true to the game, plus I'm out to get riches
I be mobbin down the road tryin to bag up my
I'm saggin so hard I'm up the back of my khakis
I'm to reach my dogg Dirty Red
But hoe won't let me know, which way to go
I'm movin
My chucks come wit a hundred miles of walkin
Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and I'm gunnin
DoggPound gangsta crip for
And we gon party in motherfucker all damn night

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