Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse In Your Mouth

[Snoop
1998, Dogghouse Records on the scene
Unlike any other record label, we to get green
And keep it clean, and stay oh so
So so tough, haha

[Suga
What his This for them suckas
Nigga I came from a line of playas
that ain't scared of NAR' ONE OF MOTHERFUCKERS!!
I see these niggas wanna see me catch a case and get out
But I'm laughin', 'bout to knock they ass the out
Bitch quit like a stuck up clown
That's why yo raggety-ass attitude is up now
Freeeeee......hahaha
Bitch swingin' on my sayin WEEEEE!
The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like tonight (aight)
Now them 70 30 gon' hate us
That's why I play the role, keep
and them off wit' these dirty gators
See was torn
if I bought me somethin' to eat, shit
I bought you somethin too, WHAT'S IS YOURS!
BUT NOW?! You'd rather bring me and see me fall
Walkin' wit my head straight dependin' on y'all

The me Honcho
I like to
I'm 'bout to barbecue a bitch the charcoal
Am I a NO Ya' in my car? NO
My name is Soopafly, so ya' all know
Now heffer don't act stupid, 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 across the land
Better ya' motherfuckin' press telegram
Snoop Dogg told me
Now me back while I'm pimpin on this funky track
Bang E.S. we givin' it up got the bitches the rest
We blastin' motherfuckers, run up and come
Better, hide yo chest and fasten yo
No bullshit, take yo bitches so quick and so (so fast)
wit' us I'll put a foot up yo ass

[Ruff
Collect from the pen, so I catch it in the kitchen
The homie say, send him pictures of bitches
And if they talkin' backwards, have a homie's jackup
That fucked Pat up, fuck havin' a homies tack up
We slap that step on toes of our DaDa's
and ask them niggas in the Source Awards I caught them
while was pacin', the homies was bringin' up situations
fake niggas while I'm paper chasin'

[Snoop and
Dogghouse (woof) in ya mouth (we'll you go away)
4X]

Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, this Kurupt bitch,

OK, let the homies the K
Dippin hittin' switches bouncin' ditches
Callicodes niggas, perhaps niggas
Trap or dap and niggas, I'M YOUNG GOTTSTRA
Put it up, might sizzle a nigga
For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my
LIke a bitch or a busta, a, four fizzle
surface the air wit a homie, wait for the whistle
Who you thought we was? Temperatures might
Before everybody feel the fire the 5's
I told Daz we about to fry like fries
And seperate by 5's, and light up the skies
Crip that D.P.,
and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth
Dogghouse (woof, woof, woof, woof)
and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth, ya bitch

Like this, for the sake of the
nigga jaw-jackin' get ?blasted? out the frame
Let them punk you up
You up and got stomped the fuck down, what now?
Showdown, got three ring circus Bozo's
cannot work or see the tears of a
nit wit, you can't get wit
try to sit wit, and get yo shit quick
If you wanna say the word is
word is bond, then, I attack ninja hunter
You soft like the other Hunter
Hunter, fake a gangbang fronter
Capital D to the
Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya didn't
Long Beach City like THE SOUTH!

Lou]
?Wit Suga in? I'm in this motherfucker leanin'
I'm quick to do it umm, to do it
Stayed on my toes like the pimpin', watching the corner
Much love to my rippin', in California
Doin it big with my Bad, these niggas mad
At the 2001 Benz, Henn
Dogghouse and we all in, ballin'
Goldie got a couple of hoes hoppin' out the Rolls, we

[Goldie
I in bangin dub ?minutes? (20 minutes)
All my niggas know I no motherfucking gimp
I get down damn, from damn town
Dogghouse nigga, Dogg Pound
How you motherfuckers like me now when I do it
on the microphone, cuss on the microphone?
Yeah this nigga like Tracy, Tray
Bang his ass, his ass in the striz-neet
Catch him wit the headlock, pistol wit the glock
Lil' Loc about to set up shop
These motherfuckers don't me anyway
Shit, I ain't got nothing to say, wit no 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 tell 'em Lil' Goldie don't play,

Deee]
Yeah the genius of the click
Known to sleep a nigga
So watch how ya' bump speakin' 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 and bars from a life at war
Twice as hard, as niggas claim they sheisty
Criminal, lay 'em down for their stacks and
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 down, Dogghouse gangsta style
And Death Row, we'll take 'em out
We got the whole rap game now (C--RIP!!)
What you motherfuckers think this game's

8x]

[Mixmaster
Oh, evening Topp Dogg I'm so glad you're here
All the in the front, the gangsters in the rear
I'm not Dr. nor Mr. Hyde
told you that, they told you a lie
You a waitin' and a waitin', as I can see
So treat me like the and bow to your knees
Oh the genius on the mic is back
So get on the phone and go tell a
I been a waitin' for a as you all know
And now I'm on the mic doggin' the show
I got platinum 'round my neck, will never fade
The name of the Mixmaster Spade
A sure shot, rockin'
A c'mon everybody get ready to
A shot, body rockin'
A everybody..............

4x]