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[Snoop
1998, Dogghouse Records steps on the
any other 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 a case and get struck out
But I'm laughin', to knock they ass the fuck out
Bitch actin' like a stuck up clown
That's why yo raggety-ass is fucked up now
Freeeeee......hahaha
Bitch swingin' on my sayin WEEEEE!
The pimpin' is crackin' so I like mackin' tonight (aight)
Now them 70 niggas? 30 hate us
That's why I play the role, control
and throw them off wit' these dirty
See time was
'cause if I me somethin' to eat, shit
I you somethin too, WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS!
BUT NOW?! rather bring me down and see me fall
wit my head down straight dependin' on y'all

The me Honcho
I to Spark-le
I'm 'bout to barbecue a like the charcoal
Am I a star? NO Ya' in my NO
My name is Soopafly, bitch so ya' all
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 pimp across the
Better read ya' motherfuckin' press
Dogg told me that
Now me back while I'm pimpin on this funky track
E.S. 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, take yo bitches so and so fast (so fast)
wit' us I'll put a foot up yo ass

[Ruff
Collect calls from the pen, so I catch it in the
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 hoes step on toes of our DaDa's
and ask them in the Source Awards when I caught them
while was pacin', the homies was bringin' up situations
Eliminating fake niggas I'm paper chasin'

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

OK, let the homies the K
Dippin hittin' switches bouncin' over
Callicodes niggas, perhaps niggas
Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'M GOTTSTRA
Put it up, pistols might sizzle a
For my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my nigga
LIke a bitch or a busta, bust a, fizzle
surface the air miss wit a homie, for the whistle
Who you thought we Temperatures might rise
Before everybody feel the from the 5's
I told Daz we to fry niggas like fries
And seperate them by 5's, and light up the
Crip that D.P.,
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 sake of the
nigga jaw-jackin' get ?blasted? out the frame
Let them punk you up
You jumped up and got stomped the fuck down, what
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 is bond
word is bond, then, I attack ninja hunter
You rhyme soft like the Hunter
Heather Hunter, a gangbang fronter
D to the O-G-G
Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya know
Long Beach City dirty THE SOUTH!

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

[Goldie
I came in dub ?minutes? (20 minutes)
All my niggas know I no motherfucking gimp
I get down damn, from damn town
Dogghouse nigga, Pound bound
How you motherfuckers like me now I do it like
Bust on the microphone, on the microphone?
Yeah this like Tracy, Tray Deee
his ass, slap his ass in the striz-neet
Catch him wit the headlock, whippin' wit the glock
Goldie Loc about to set up shop
These motherfuckers like me anyway
Shit, I ain't got to say, wit no time to play
What these motherfuckers I was about?
When I bust bitch i put my dick in her mouth
Now all them niggas got to say
But I'ma tell 'em Lil' don't play, nigga

Deee]
Yeah it's the genius of the
Known to a nigga quick
So how ya' gums bump speakin' on the wrist
I drew the how to mash the game
Never hesitated it came to blasting thangs
From the knuckle shoes buckle when we lock and
I'm a real rider nigga you can the act
I got stripes and from a life at war
Twice as hard, as niggas claim they sheisty
Criminal, lay 'em down for stacks and sacks
For the mic, to trife with the mass and gats
Do or die, to survive from my time of
Then I'm out for gettin' mine I ride the hearse
It's down, Dogghouse gangsta style
And fuck Death Row, take 'em out
We got the whole rap bangin' now (C--RIP!!)
you motherfuckers think this game's about?

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[Mixmaster
Oh, good Topp Dogg 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 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 your
Oh the genius on the mic is back
So get on the and go tell a friend
I a waitin' for a while as you all know
And now I'm back on the mic doggin' the
I got platinum 'round my neck, will never fade
The name of the Mixmaster Spade
A shot, body rockin'
A c'mon everybody get ready to
A shot, body rockin'
A everybody..............

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