Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse

Gimme some of that G 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 Tray-Deee
Waniac, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from the bay, you say
What you say, huh? (we do like everyday)

[Rappin'
Did ya get the dank, did ya get the
I got the dank, you got the gas in the tank?
V.I.P. status, don't need an
'cause the niggas I fuck wit, they all the cabbage
Down in yellobrick my destination, the DoggHouse
Toastin Remys, fillin' jimmies, we all out
for the wizard, creepin through the fog
Got bad ass bitches, headed to the player's ball
They gon be and wigglin ass
Hope you your playa pass
Tray-Deee, Goldie half dead, the twins blaze
Bigger big everyday 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 how it is when you fuckin wit me

Don't how you come, use all angles
Ties tangled when the cutthroat strangles
My hookup, rangers
Better float a nationwide sky pager
Them hoes us, talk about bein playas
On the we can deal wit you playa haters
We hit the spot, city got a block
What you makin when you take it to a different type of level 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 you spit that rap

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

2X

[Tray
Man I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin it
Headed up to DoggHouse swervin in a
on some bomb from my comrade Blue
And got my bitch catch a contact too
House with the blue khaki suit and my locs on
to some Soopafly, gettin my smoke on
Nigga Goldie Loc got the on roast it
4 Tay on the way plus the is posted
to set it off bet it's off the hook
Straight crooks, money off the books
Makin nothin but that gangsta that niggas lovin
Thuggin at the house party, fuck goin

2ND

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

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