Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse In Your Mouth

1998, Records steps on the scene
any other record label, we plan to get green
And keep it clean and oh, so mean
So rough, so

is it? This for them, suckas
Nigga, I came from a long of playas
That ain't scared of one of y'all, motherfuckers
I see these wanna see me catch a case and get struck out
But I'm 'bout to knock they ass the fuck out

Bitch, quit actin' a stuck up clown
That's why yo raggety ass attitude is up now
Suga Free, swingin' on my dick sayin', wee
The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like tonight
(Aight)

Now seventy niggas? Thirty gon' hate us
That's why I play the role, control
And throw off wit' these dirty gators
See was torn

'Cuz if I bought me somethin' to eat,
I you somethin' too, what's mine is yours
But now you'd rather bring me and see me fall
Walkin' wit my down, straight, dependin' on y'all

The call me Honcho, I to sparkle
I'm 'bout to a bitch like the charcoal
Am I a No, ya' in my car? No
My name is Soopafly, so ya' all know

Now don't act stupid, 'cuz y'know who I am
The nigga quick to talk and don't give a damn
I that hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I pimp across the land, better read ya' motherfuckin' press

Snoop Dogg me that
Now blow me back I'm pimpin' on this funky track
Bang ES, we givin' it up, got the singin' the rest
We blastin' motherfuckers, run up and test

Better, yo chest and fasten yo vest
No bullshit, take yo bitches so and so fast
(So fast)
wit' us, I'll put a foot up yo ass

Collect from the pen so I catch it in the kitchen
The homie say, send him pictures of bitches
And if they talkin' backwards, he'll have a homie's up
That nigga Pat up, fuck havin' a homies tack up

We slap hoes that step on toes of our
And ask them in the Source Awards
When I them while y'all was pacin', the homies
Was bringin' up situations, fake niggas while I'm paper chasin'

in ya mouth
(We'll you go away)
in ya mouth
(We'll you go away)

in ya mouth
(We'll you go away)
in ya mouth
(Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, this Kurupt bitch,
make you go away)

Okay, let the homies the K
Dippin', hittin' switches over ditches
Callicodes, collapse niggas, perhaps
or dap and clap niggas, I'm young gottstra

Put it up, might sizzle a nigga
For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was my nigga
Like a bitch or a busta, a, four fizzle
Surface the air miss wit a homie, for the whistle

Who you thought we was? Temperatures might
Before everybody feel the fire the five's
I told Daz we to fry niggas like fries
And them by five's and light up the skies

that D P, KURUPT
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo
gangstas
(Woof, woof, woof, woof)
Dippin' and I'm out, put a in yo mouth, ya bitch

Like this, for the sake of the
Bitch nigga jaw jackin', get out the frame
Let them punk, you up
You jumped up and got the fuck down, what now?

Showdown, got three ring circus Bozo's
work or see the tears of a clown
Listen nit wit, you get wit
Try to sit, wit, and get yo shit split

If you say the word is bond
Word is bond I attack like ninja hunter
You rhyme like the other hunter
Heather Hunter, fake a gang fronter

D to the OGG
Capital HOUSE in ya
Oh bitch, if ya didn't
Long Beach City like the south

Wit Free in, I'm in this motherfucker leanin'
I'm to do it, umm, meant to do it
Stayed on my like the nigga pimpin', watching the corner
Much love to my niggas in California

Doin' it big with my nigga bad, niggas mad
At the Benz, guzzlin' Henn
Dogghouse and we all in, ballin'
Goldie got a couple of hoes out the Rolls, we chillin'

I came in bangin' dub,
(Twenty minutes)
All my know, I ain't no motherfucking gimp
I get down damn, from damn town
Dogghouse nigga, Pound, bound

How you motherfuckers me now when I do it like?
Bust on the microphone, 'cuss on the
Yeah nigga like Tracy, Tray Dee
Bang his ass, slap his ass in the neet

him wit the headlock, pistol whippin' wit the glock
Lil' Loc about to set up shop
These don't like me anyway
Shit, I got nothing to say, wit no time to play

What these motherfuckers thought I was
When I bust this I put my dick in her mouth
Now all them got something to say
But I'ma 'em Lil' Goldie don't play, nigga

Yeah, the genius of the click
to sleep a nigga quick
So watch how ya' gums bump on the wrist
I the diagram how to mash the game
Never hesitated when it came to thangs

From the knuckle buckle when we lock and strap
I'm a real nigga you can drop the act
I got stripes and from a life at war
as hard, as niggas claim they sheisty y'all

Criminal, lay 'em for their stacks and sacks
For the mic, used to trife with the mass and
Do or die to survive from my of birth
Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I ride the

It's going down, gangsta style
And fuck death row, take 'em out
We got the rap game bangin' now
What you think this game's about?

Dogghouse in ya
(We'll you go away)
in ya mouth
(We'll you go away)

Dogghouse in ya
(We'll you go away)
in ya mouth
(We'll you go away)

Dogghouse in ya
in ya mouth
Dogghouse in ya
Dogghouse in ya

Oh, good evening Topp I'm so glad you're here
All the bitches in the front, the in the rear
I'm not Dr. Jekyll nor Mr.
Whoever told you that, told you a lie

You been a waitin' and a as I can see
So treat me like the pope and bow to knees
Oh the genius on the mic is again
So get on the phone and go a friend

I a waitin' for a while as you all know
And now I'm back on the mic doggin' the
I got platinum 'round my neck that will never
The name of the chain's Spade

A sure shot, a body
A c'mon everybody get to rock
A sure shot, a rockin'
A c'mon

in ya mouth
(We'll you go away)
Dogghouse in ya
(We'll you go away)

in ya mouth
(We'll you go away)
in ya mouth
(We'll you go away)