Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse

Gimme some of that G Goldie Loc
Yeah, that's I'm talkin 'bout
Yeah, check 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, (we do this like everyday)

4-Tay]
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 an apparatus
'cause the niggas I wit, they all about the cabbage
Down in yellobrick road my destination, the
Remys, fillin' jimmies, we goin all out
Lookin for the wizard, creepin the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the ball
They gon be strippin and ass
you brought your playa pass
Tray-Deee, half dead, the twins blaze sacks
than big everyday in L.A.
4 Tay representin for the whole damn yae,

2ND HOOK: Dogg
DoggHouse, it out, and if you aint dope you gots to get
The fuck out, 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 strangles
My hookup, long
Better float like a sky pager
Them 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 that we claimin
Yo, it's Waniac, the maniac, Loc won't you spit that rap

[Trip
my shit 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 ready to roll, hit the store, then the lane
again it's on, big chiefin
Remind me of the noisiest
Ladies all over the place, and niggas super
How we like it, in my 5 0 1
my lungs, keepin these homies and bitches on one

2X

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

2ND

[Goldie
Let me you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Let's all get the money then these motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, they can't us
Now put up your choppers, just in case they wit them 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, I'm out to get them riches
I be mobbin down the road tryin to bag up my
I'm saggin so hard I'm tearin up the of my khakis
I'm tryin to reach my dogg Red
But hoe won't let me know, which way to go
I'm slow
My chucks only wit a hundred miles of walkin
Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and I'm gunnin
DoggPound crip for life
And we gon party in this motherfucker all night

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