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

[Suga
What his here? This for them
Nigga I came from a long of playas
that ain't scared of ONE OF Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!!
I see these niggas wanna see me catch a and get struck out
But I'm laughin', 'bout to knock ass the fuck out
Bitch quit actin' like a stuck up
That's why yo raggety-ass is fucked up now
Freeeeee......hahaha
Bitch swingin' on my sayin WEEEEE!
The pimpin' is so I feel like mackin' tonight (aight)
Now them 70 30 gon' hate us
That's why I the role, keep control
and throw them off wit' these gators
See time was
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 call me
I to Spark-le
I'm 'bout to barbecue a bitch the charcoal
Am I a star? NO Ya' in my NO
My is Soopafly, bitch 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 hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I pimp across the
Better ya' motherfuckin' press telegram
Snoop Dogg me that
Now blow me while I'm pimpin on this funky track
Bang E.S. we it up got the bitches singin' 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)
Fuck 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 of bitches
And if they talkin' backwards, he'll have a homie's
That fucked Pat up, fuck havin' a homies tack up
We hoes that step on toes of our DaDa's
and ask them in the Source Awards when I caught them
y'all 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' switches over ditches
Callicodes collapse niggas, niggas
or dap and clap niggas, I'M YOUNG GOTTSTRA
Put it up, pistols sizzle a nigga
For shizzle my Kurizzle was nizzle my nigga
LIke a or a busta, bust a, four fizzle
surface the air miss wit a homie, wait for the
Who you thought we was? might rise
Before feel the fire from the 5's
I Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And seperate them by 5's, and light up the
Crip D.P., K-U-R-U-P-T
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 of the game
Bitch nigga get ?blasted? out the frame
Let them punk you up
You jumped up and got the fuck down, what now?
Showdown, got your three circus Bozo's
cannot work or see the tears of a
Listen nit wit, you get wit
try to sit wit, and get yo split quick
If you wanna say the is bond
word is bond, then, I attack like hunter
You rhyme soft like the other
Heather Hunter, fake a fronter
D to the O-G-G
Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh if ya didn't know
Long Beach City dirty THE SOUTH!

[King
?Wit Suga Free in? I'm in motherfucker leanin'
I'm to do it umm, meant to do it
Stayed on my toes like the nigga pimpin', the corner
Much to my niggas rippin', in California
it big with my nigga Bad, these niggas mad
At the 2001 Benz, guzzlin'
Dogghouse 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 know I ain't no motherfucking gimp
I get damn, runnin' from damn town
Dogghouse nigga, Dogg bound
How you motherfuckers like me now I do it like
on the microphone, cuss on the microphone?
Yeah this nigga Tracy, Tray Deee
Bang his ass, slap his ass in the
him wit the headlock, pistol 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 time to
What these motherfuckers thought I was
When I bust this bitch i put my dick in her
Now all niggas got something to say
But I'ma tell 'em Goldie don't play, nigga

Deee]
Yeah it's the genius of the
Known to sleep a nigga
So watch how ya' gums speakin' on the wrist
I drew the how to mash the game
Never hesitated when it came to thangs
From the knuckle shoes when we lock and strap
I'm a real rider nigga you can the act
I got stripes and bars from a at war
Twice as hard, as niggas they sheisty y'all
Criminal, lay 'em down for their stacks and
For the mic, used to trife the mass and gats
Do or die, to survive from my of birth
Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I ride the
It's down, Dogghouse gangsta style
And fuck Death Row, we'll 'em out
We got the whole rap game now (C--RIP!!)
What you motherfuckers think this game's

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[Mixmaster
Oh, good evening Topp Dogg I'm so glad you're
All the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the
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 pope and bow to knees
Oh the on the mic is back again
So get on the phone and go tell a
I been a for a while as you all know
And now I'm back on the mic the show
I got platinum 'round my neck, that never fade
The of the chain's Mixmaster Spade
A shot, body rockin'
A c'mon everybody get ready to
A sure shot, body
A everybody..............

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