Luyện nghe bài hát Dogghouse In Your Mouth

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

Free]
What his here? This for suckas
Nigga I came from a long line of
that 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', to knock they ass the fuck out
Bitch actin' like a stuck up clown
why yo raggety-ass attitude is fucked up now
Freeeeee......hahaha
Bitch swingin' on my dick WEEEEE!
The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel mackin' tonight (aight)
Now 70 niggas? 30 gon' hate us
That's why I play the role, control
and throw them off wit' these dirty
See was torn
if I bought me somethin' to eat, shit
I you somethin too, WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS!
BUT NOW?! You'd rather bring me down and see me
Walkin' wit my head down dependin' on y'all

The call me
I to Spark-le
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 heffer don't act stupid, 'cause who I am
The quick to talk shit and don't give a damn
I that hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I across the land
Better read ya' press telegram
Snoop Dogg told me
Now blow me back while I'm pimpin on this funky
Bang E.S. we givin' it up got the bitches the rest
We motherfuckers, run up and come test
Better, hide yo chest and yo vest
No bullshit, take yo so quick and so fast (so fast)
wit' us I'll put a foot up yo ass

[Ruff
calls from the pen, so I catch it in the kitchen
The homie say, send him naked pictures of
And if they backwards, he'll have a homie's jackup
That nigga fucked Pat up, fuck havin' a homies up
We slap hoes step on toes of our DaDa's
and ask them niggas in the Source when I caught them
while y'all was pacin', the homies was bringin' up
Eliminating fake while I'm paper chasin'

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

Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, this Kurupt bitch,

OK, let the homies the K
Dippin hittin' bouncin' over ditches
collapse niggas, perhaps niggas
Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'M YOUNG
Put it up, pistols might sizzle a
For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my
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 might
everybody feel the fire from the 5's
I told Daz we about to fry niggas like
And seperate by 5's, and light up the skies
that D.P., K-U-R-U-P-T
Dippin' and I'm out, put a in yo mouth
gangstas (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth, ya

Like this, for the sake of the
Bitch nigga get ?blasted? out the frame
Let punk punk you up
You jumped up and got stomped the fuck down, 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 split quick
If you wanna say the word is
word is bond, then, I attack like ninja
You rhyme soft like the Hunter
Heather Hunter, fake a fronter
D to the O-G-G
Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya know
Long Beach dirty like THE SOUTH!

[King
?Wit Free in? I'm in this motherfucker leanin'
I'm quick to do it umm, to do it
Stayed on my like the nigga pimpin', watching the corner
love to my niggas rippin', in California
Doin it big with my Bad, these niggas mad
At the Benz, guzzlin' Henn
It's and we all in, ballin'
Goldie got a couple of hoppin' out the Rolls, we chillin

[Goldie
I in bangin dub ?minutes? (20 minutes)
All my niggas I ain't no motherfucking gimp
I get down damn, runnin' from town
nigga, Dogg Pound bound
How you motherfuckers like me now when I do it
on the microphone, cuss on the microphone?
Yeah this nigga like Tracy, Deee
his ass, slap his ass in the striz-neet
Catch him wit the headlock, whippin' wit the glock
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 motherfuckers thought I was about?
When I this bitch i put my dick in her mouth
Now all them got something to say
But I'ma tell 'em Lil' don't play, nigga

Deee]
Yeah it's the of the click
Known to sleep a quick
So watch how ya' gums speakin' on the wrist
I drew the diagram how to mash the
Never hesitated it came to blasting thangs
From the knuckle shoes when we lock and strap
I'm a real rider nigga you can the act
I got stripes and from a life at war
Twice as hard, as claim they sheisty y'all
Criminal, lay 'em down for their and sacks
For the mic, used to trife with the mass and
Do or die, to survive from my time of
Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I the hearse
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 about?

8x]

[Mixmaster
Oh, good Topp Dogg I'm so glad you're here
All the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the
I'm not Dr. Jekyll nor Mr.
Whoever you that, they told you a lie
You been a and a waitin', as I can see
So treat me the pope and bow to your knees
Oh the genius on the mic is back
So get on the phone and go a friend
I been a 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 Mixmaster
A sure shot, body
A c'mon get ready to rock
A sure shot, body
A everybody..............

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