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

[Suga
What his here? for them suckas
Nigga I came a long line of playas
that ain't of NAR' ONE OF Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!!
I see these niggas wanna see me catch a case and get out
But I'm laughin', 'bout to knock ass the fuck out
quit actin' like a stuck up clown
That's why yo attitude is fucked up now
Freeeeee......hahaha
Bitch swingin' on my sayin WEEEEE!
The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like tonight (aight)
Now 70 niggas? 30 gon' hate us
That's why I play the role, keep
and them off wit' these dirty gators
See time was
'cause if I bought me to eat, shit
I bought you too, WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS!
BUT NOW?! rather bring me down and see me fall
Walkin' wit my head down straight on y'all

The me Honcho
I to Spark-le
I'm 'bout to a bitch like the charcoal
Am I a star? NO Ya' in my NO
My name is Soopafly, bitch so ya' all
Now don't act stupid, 'cause y'know who I am
The nigga quick to talk shit and give a damn
I tell that hoe run, man that hoe scram
I across the land
Better read ya' motherfuckin' telegram
Snoop Dogg me that
Now blow me while I'm pimpin on this funky track
Bang E.S. we givin' it up got the bitches singin' the
We blastin' motherfuckers, run up and come
Better, hide yo and fasten yo vest
No bullshit, take yo bitches so quick and so (so fast)
Fuck wit' us put a foot up yo ass

Dogg]
Collect from the pen, so I catch it in the kitchen
The homie say, send him pictures of bitches
And if they talkin' backwards, he'll a homie's jackup
nigga fucked Pat up, fuck havin' a homies tack up
We slap hoes that on toes of our DaDa's
and ask them niggas in the Awards when I caught them
while y'all was pacin', the homies was up situations
fake niggas while I'm paper chasin'

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

Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, Kurupt bitch, yeah

OK, let the homies the K
Dippin hittin' bouncin' over ditches
Callicodes collapse niggas, perhaps
or dap and clap niggas, I'M YOUNG GOTTSTRA
Put it up, might sizzle a nigga
For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was my nigga
LIke a bitch or a busta, bust a, four
surface the air miss wit a homie, for the whistle
Who you thought we Temperatures might rise
Before 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
Crip 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 in yo mouth, ya bitch

Like this, for the sake of the
Bitch nigga jaw-jackin' get out the frame
Let them punk you up
You jumped up and got stomped the down, what now?
Showdown, got your three ring Bozo's
work or see the tears of a clown
Listen nit wit, you get wit
try to sit wit, and get yo shit 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 gangbang
Capital D to the
H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya didn't know
Long Beach City like THE SOUTH!

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

Loc]
I came in bangin dub (20 minutes)
All my niggas know I no motherfucking gimp
I get down damn, from damn town
Dogghouse nigga, Dogg bound
How you motherfuckers like me now when I do it
Bust on the microphone, on the microphone?
Yeah this nigga like Tracy, Tray
his ass, slap his ass in the striz-neet
Catch him wit the headlock, pistol wit the glock
Lil' Loc about to set up shop
These motherfuckers don't like me
Shit, I ain't got nothing to say, wit no time to
What these motherfuckers I was about?
When I this bitch i put my dick in her mouth
Now all them niggas got to say
But I'ma 'em Lil' Goldie don't play, nigga

[Tray
Yeah it's the of the click
Known to sleep a 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 knuckle shoes buckle 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 niggas claim they y'all
Criminal, lay 'em down for their and sacks
For the mic, used to with the mass and gats
Do or die, to survive from my of birth
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 whole rap bangin' now (C--RIP!!)
What you motherfuckers this game's about?

8x]

[Mixmaster
Oh, good evening Topp Dogg I'm so glad you're
All the in the front, the gangsters in the rear
I'm not Dr. Jekyll nor Mr.
Whoever told you that, 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 on the mic is back again
So get on the phone and go 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, that will never
The name of the chain's Spade
A shot, body rockin'
A everybody get ready to rock
A sure shot, rockin'
A everybody..............

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