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

[Suga
What his here? This for suckas
Nigga I came from a line of playas
that scared of NAR' ONE OF Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!!
I see these niggas see me catch a case and get struck out
But I'm laughin', 'bout to knock they ass the out
Bitch quit actin' like a up clown
That's why yo raggety-ass is fucked up now
Freeeeee......hahaha
Bitch on my dick sayin WEEEEE!
The pimpin' is crackin' so I like mackin' tonight (aight)
Now them 70 niggas? 30 hate us
That's why I the role, keep control
and throw them off 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 bring me down and see me fall
Walkin' wit my head straight dependin' on y'all

The me Honcho
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 act stupid, 'cause y'know who I am
The nigga to talk shit and don't give a damn
I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better
I pimp the land
Better read ya' motherfuckin' press
Snoop Dogg told me
Now blow me while I'm pimpin on this funky track
Bang E.S. we givin' it up got the singin' the rest
We motherfuckers, run up and come test
Better, yo chest and fasten yo vest
No bullshit, yo bitches 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, him naked pictures of bitches
And if they talkin' backwards, he'll have a homie's
That nigga fucked Pat up, fuck havin' a tack up
We slap hoes that on toes of our DaDa's
and ask them niggas in the Source Awards when I them
while was pacin', the homies was bringin' up situations
Eliminating fake niggas while I'm paper

[Snoop and
(woof) in ya mouth (we'll make you go away)
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Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, this bitch, yeah

OK, let the homies the K
Dippin hittin' bouncin' over ditches
Callicodes collapse niggas, niggas
Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'M GOTTSTRA
Put it up, pistols sizzle a nigga
For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was my nigga
LIke a bitch or a busta, bust a, fizzle
the air miss wit a homie, wait for the whistle
Who you we was? Temperatures might rise
Before everybody the fire from the 5's
I told Daz we about to fry niggas fries
And seperate them by 5's, and up the skies
Crip that D.P.,
Dippin' and I'm out, put a in yo mouth
gangstas (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Dippin' and I'm out, put a in yo mouth, ya bitch

Like this, for the of the game
Bitch nigga jaw-jackin' get out the frame
Let punk punk you up
You jumped up and got the fuck down, what now?
Showdown, got your three ring circus
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 like ninja hunter
You rhyme soft like the other
Heather Hunter, a gangbang fronter
Capital D to the
Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya didn't
Beach City dirty like THE SOUTH!

[King
?Wit Free in? I'm in this motherfucker leanin'
I'm quick to do it umm, to do it
on my toes like the nigga pimpin', watching the corner
Much love to my rippin', in California
Doin it big with my nigga Bad, niggas mad
At the 2001 Benz, Henn
It's Dogghouse and we all in,
Goldie got a couple of hoppin' out the Rolls, we chillin

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

Deee]
Yeah it's the of the click
Known to sleep a nigga
So watch how ya' gums bump speakin' on the
I drew the diagram how to the game
hesitated when it came to blasting thangs
From the knuckle buckle when we lock and strap
I'm a real nigga you can drop the act
I got stripes and bars from a at war
Twice as hard, as niggas claim they sheisty
Criminal, lay 'em down for their stacks and
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 I ride the hearse
It's going down, gangsta style
And fuck Death Row, we'll 'em out
We got the rap game bangin' now (C--RIP!!)
What you motherfuckers think game's about?

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[Mixmaster
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. nor Mr. Hyde
Whoever told you that, they you a lie
You been a and a waitin', as I can see
So treat me like the pope and bow to your
Oh the genius on the mic is back
So get on the phone and go tell a
I been a waitin' for a while as you all
And now I'm back on the mic the show
I got 'round my neck, that will never fade
The name of the Mixmaster Spade
A sure shot, rockin'
A c'mon get ready to rock
A sure shot, body
A everybody..............

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