1998, Dogghouse Records steps on the Unlike any other record label, we to get green And keep it clean and stay oh, so So rough, so
is it? This for them, suckas Nigga, I from a long line of playas ain't scared of nar' one of y'all, motherfuckers I see these niggas wanna see me catch a and get struck out But I'm laughin' 'bout to they ass the fuck out
Bitch, actin' like a stuck up clown That's why yo raggety ass attitude is up now Suga Free, swingin' on my dick sayin', wee The is crackin' so I feel like mackin' tonight (Aight)
Now them seventy niggas? Thirty hate us That's why I the role, keep control And throw them off these dirty gators See time was
if I bought me somethin' to eat, shit I you somethin' too, what's mine is yours But now you'd rather bring me and see me fall Walkin' wit my head down, straight, on y'all
The me Honcho, I like to sparkle I'm 'bout to barbecue a bitch like the 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 shit and don't a damn I tell that hoe run, man hoe better scram I pimp across the land, better read ya' press telegram
Snoop told me that Now blow me back while I'm pimpin' on this track ES, we givin' it up, got the bitches singin' the rest We blastin' motherfuckers, run up and test
Better, hide yo and fasten yo vest No bullshit, yo bitches so quick and so fast (So fast) Fuck us, I'll put a foot up yo ass
Collect calls from the pen so I it in the kitchen The homie say, send him pictures of bitches And if talkin' backwards, he'll have a homie's jack up That nigga fucked Pat up, fuck havin' a homies up
We slap hoes that on toes of our dada's And ask them niggas in the Source When I them while y'all was pacin', the homies Was bringin' up situations, eliminating niggas while I'm paper chasin'
in ya mouth (We'll you go away) in ya mouth (We'll you go away)
Dogghouse in ya (We'll you go away) in ya mouth (Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, this bitch, yeah make you go away)
Okay, let the spray the K Dippin', switches bouncin' over ditches Callicodes, collapse niggas, niggas Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'm gottstra
Put it up, might sizzle a nigga For shizzle my nigga was nizzle my nigga Like a or a busta, bust a, four fizzle Surface the air miss wit a homie, for the whistle
Who you thought we was? Temperatures rise everybody feel the fire from the five's I told Daz we about to fry like fries And separate them by five's and up the skies
Crip D P, KURUPT Dippin' and I'm out, put a in yo mouth Dogghouse (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 punk, punk you up You jumped up and got stomped the down, what now?
Showdown, got your three circus Bozo's Cannot or see the tears of a clown nit wit, you can't get wit Try to sit, wit, and get yo split quick
If you wanna say the word is Word is bond then I attack ninja hunter You rhyme soft like the other Heather Hunter, fake a gang bang
D to the OGG Capital in ya mouth Oh bitch, if ya know Long Beach City like the south
Wit Suga Free in, I'm in this leanin' I'm to do it, umm, meant to do it Stayed on my toes like the pimpin', watching the corner Much to my niggas rippin' in California
Doin' it big with my bad, these niggas mad At the 2001 Benz, guzzlin' It's 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, runnin' from town Dogghouse nigga, Pound, bound
How you like me now when I do it like? Bust on the microphone, 'cuss on the this nigga like Tracy, Tray Dee Bang his ass, his ass in the striz neet
Catch him wit the headlock, pistol whippin' wit the Lil' Goldie Loc about to set up These don't like me anyway Shit, I got nothing to say, wit no time to play
What these thought I was about? When I bust this bitch I put my dick in her Now all niggas got something to say But I'ma 'em Lil' Goldie don't play, nigga
Yeah, it's the of the click Known to sleep a quick So watch how ya' bump speakin' on the wrist I drew the diagram how to mash the Never hesitated it came to blasting thangs
From the knuckle shoes buckle when we and strap I'm a rider nigga you can drop the act I got and bars from a life at war Twice as hard, as niggas claim sheisty y'all
Criminal, lay 'em down for stacks and sacks For the mic, to trife with the mass and gats Do or die to from my time of birth Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I ride the
It's going down, Dogghouse gangsta And fuck death row, take 'em out We got the whole rap game now you motherfuckers 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) Dogghouse in ya (We'll you go away)
in ya mouth Dogghouse in ya in ya mouth Dogghouse in ya
Oh, good evening Dogg I'm so glad you're here All the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the I'm not Dr. nor Mr. Hyde Whoever told you that, told you a lie
You a waitin' and a waitin' as I can see So treat me the pope and bow to your knees Oh the genius on the mic is again So get on the and go tell a friend
I been a waitin' for a while as you all And now I'm back on the mic doggin' the I got platinum 'round my that will never fade The of the chain's Mixmaster Spade
A sure shot, a body A c'mon everybody get to rock A sure shot, a body A everybody
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)