[Snoop 1998, Dogghouse Records on the scene Unlike any other record label, we to get green And keep it clean, and stay oh so So rough so tough,
[Suga What his This for them suckas Nigga I came a long line of playas that ain't scared of ONE OF Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!! I see these niggas see me catch 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 attitude is 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, control and throw them off these dirty gators See time was if I bought me somethin' to eat, shit I bought you somethin too, MINE IS YOURS! BUT NOW?! You'd rather bring me down and see me wit my head down 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, bitch so ya' all Now heffer don't act stupid, 'cause who I am The nigga quick to talk shit and don't give a I tell hoe run, man that hoe better scram I across the land Better read ya' motherfuckin' press Snoop told me that Now blow me back while I'm pimpin on funky track Bang E.S. we it up got the bitches 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, send him naked pictures of And if they talkin' backwards, he'll have a homie's That nigga fucked Pat up, fuck a homies tack up We slap hoes that step on of our DaDa's and ask them in the Source Awards when I caught them while y'all was pacin', the homies was up situations Eliminating fake niggas while I'm paper
[Snoop and Dogghouse (woof) in ya (we'll make you go away) 4X]
Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, this bitch, yeah
OK, let the homies the K hittin' switches bouncin' over ditches Callicodes collapse niggas, niggas Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'M GOTTSTRA Put it up, pistols might a nigga For my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my nigga LIke a bitch or a busta, bust a, four surface the air miss wit a homie, wait for the Who you thought we was? might rise everybody feel the fire from the 5's I told Daz we to fry niggas like fries And seperate by 5's, and light up the skies Crip that D.P., Dippin' and I'm out, put a in yo mouth Dogghouse (woof, woof, woof, woof) and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth, ya bitch
Like this, for the sake of the Bitch jaw-jackin' get ?blasted? out the frame Let them punk you up You up and got stomped the fuck down, what now? Showdown, got your three ring circus cannot work or see the of a clown nit wit, you can't get wit try to sit wit, and get yo split quick If you say the word is bond word is bond, then, I attack like hunter You rhyme soft like the Hunter Heather Hunter, fake a fronter Capital D to the Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya didn't Long Beach City like THE SOUTH!
Lou] ?Wit Suga in? I'm in this motherfucker leanin' I'm to do it umm, meant 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 Bad, these niggas mad At the 2001 Benz, guzzlin' It's Dogghouse and we all in, got a couple of hoes hoppin' out the Rolls, we chillin
[Goldie I in bangin dub ?minutes? (20 minutes) All my niggas know I ain't no motherfucking I get damn, runnin' from damn town nigga, Dogg Pound bound How you motherfuckers like me now when I do it on the microphone, cuss on the microphone? Yeah this nigga like Tracy, Deee Bang his ass, his ass in the striz-neet him wit the headlock, pistol whippin' wit the glock Lil' Goldie Loc about to set up motherfuckers don't like me anyway Shit, I ain't got to say, wit no time to play What these motherfuckers thought I was When I bust this bitch i put my in her mouth Now all them got something to say But tell 'em Lil' Goldie don't play, nigga
[Tray Yeah the genius of the click Known to sleep a quick So watch how ya' gums bump on the wrist I the diagram 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 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 down for their stacks and For the mic, used to with the mass and gats Do or die, to from my time of birth Then I'm out for mine till I ride the hearse It's going down, gangsta style And fuck Row, we'll take 'em out We got the whole rap bangin' now (C--RIP!!) What you motherfuckers think this about?
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[Mixmaster Oh, good evening Topp Dogg I'm so glad here All the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the I'm not Dr. nor Mr. Hyde Whoever told you that, told you a lie You been a and a waitin', as I can see So treat me like the pope and bow to knees Oh the genius on the mic is again So get on the phone and go a friend I been a for a while as you all know And now I'm back on the mic doggin' the I got 'round my neck, that will never fade The name of the chain's Spade A sure shot, body A c'mon everybody get to rock A shot, body rockin' A everybody..............
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