[Snoop 1998, Records steps on the scene Unlike any other record label, we to get green And keep it clean, and oh so mean So so tough, haha
Free] What his here? for them suckas Nigga I came a long line of playas that ain't scared of NAR' ONE OF MOTHERFUCKERS!! I see these niggas wanna see me catch a and get struck out But I'm laughin', 'bout to they ass the fuck out Bitch quit like a stuck up clown That's why yo raggety-ass attitude is up now Freeeeee......hahaha Bitch on my dick sayin WEEEEE! The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like mackin' (aight) Now them 70 niggas? 30 hate us why I play the role, keep control and them off wit' these dirty gators See time was 'cause if I me somethin' to eat, shit I bought you somethin too, MINE IS YOURS! BUT NOW?! rather bring me down and see me fall Walkin' wit my down 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 is Soopafly, bitch so ya' all know Now heffer don't act stupid, y'know who I am The quick to talk shit and don't give a damn I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better I pimp the land Better ya' motherfuckin' press telegram Dogg told me that Now blow me back I'm pimpin on this funky track Bang E.S. we givin' it up got the singin' the rest We blastin' motherfuckers, run up and come Better, hide yo and fasten yo vest No bullshit, take yo bitches so and so fast (so fast) Fuck wit' us I'll put a up yo ass
Dogg] Collect calls from the pen, so I it in the kitchen The homie say, him naked pictures of bitches And if they talkin' backwards, he'll have a jackup That nigga fucked Pat up, 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 y'all was pacin', the homies was bringin' up Eliminating fake while I'm paper chasin'
[Snoop and (woof) in ya mouth (we'll make you go away) 4X]
Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, this bitch, yeah
OK, let the spray the K Dippin hittin' switches bouncin' over Callicodes collapse niggas, niggas Trap or dap and niggas, I'M YOUNG GOTTSTRA Put it up, pistols sizzle a nigga For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my LIke a bitch or a busta, a, four fizzle the air miss wit a homie, wait for the whistle Who you thought we was? Temperatures rise everybody 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 stomped the fuck down, 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 say the word is bond word is bond, then, I attack like ninja You rhyme soft the other Hunter Heather Hunter, a gangbang fronter Capital D to the Capital in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya didn't 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 toes like the pimpin', watching the corner love to my niggas rippin', in California Doin it big with my nigga Bad, these mad At the 2001 Benz, guzzlin' It's Dogghouse and we all in, Goldie got a couple of hoes out the Rolls, we chillin
[Goldie I came in dub ?minutes? (20 minutes) All my niggas know I ain't no motherfucking I get down damn, runnin' 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 like Tracy, Deee his ass, slap 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 got nothing to say, wit no time to play What these thought I was about? When I bust this bitch i put my dick in her Now all them niggas got to say But I'ma tell 'em Goldie don't play, nigga
[Tray Yeah it's the of the click Known to a nigga quick So watch how ya' gums bump on the wrist I drew the diagram how to the game hesitated when it came to blasting thangs From the shoes buckle when we lock and strap I'm a rider nigga you can drop the act I got and bars from a life at war Twice as hard, as niggas claim sheisty y'all Criminal, lay 'em for their stacks and sacks For the mic, used to trife with the and gats Do or die, to survive from my of birth Then I'm out for gettin' till I ride the hearse It's down, Dogghouse gangsta style And fuck Death Row, we'll 'em out We got the whole rap bangin' now (C--RIP!!) What you think this game's about?
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[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. Jekyll nor Mr. Whoever told you that, they 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 again So get on the and go tell a friend I been a waitin' for a as you all know And now I'm back on the mic the show I got platinum 'round my neck, that will never The of the chain's Mixmaster Spade A sure shot, rockin' A c'mon everybody get ready to A shot, body rockin' A everybody..............
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