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

[Suga
What his This for them suckas
Nigga I came from a long of playas
that scared of NAR' ONE OF Y'ALL 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 attitude is fucked up now
Freeeeee......hahaha
Bitch swingin' on my dick WEEEEE!
The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel mackin' tonight (aight)
Now them 70 niggas? 30 hate us
That's why I play the role, control
and them off wit' these dirty gators
See was torn
'cause if I bought me somethin' to eat,
I you somethin too, WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS!
BUT NOW?! You'd rather bring me and see me fall
Walkin' wit my 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, so ya' all know
Now don't act stupid, 'cause y'know who I am
The nigga quick to talk shit and don't a damn
I tell that hoe run, man that hoe scram
I across the land
Better ya' motherfuckin' press telegram
Snoop told 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 motherfuckers, run up and come test
Better, hide yo and fasten yo vest
No bullshit, take yo bitches so and so fast (so fast)
Fuck us I'll put a foot up yo ass

[Ruff
Collect calls from the pen, so I catch it in the
The say, send him naked pictures of bitches
And if they talkin' backwards, have a homie's jackup
That nigga fucked Pat up, fuck havin' a tack up
We slap hoes that on toes of our DaDa's
and ask them niggas in the Source Awards when I them
while y'all was pacin', the homies was bringin' up
Eliminating niggas while I'm paper chasin'

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

OK, let the homies the K
Dippin hittin' switches over ditches
Callicodes collapse niggas, perhaps
or dap and clap niggas, I'M YOUNG GOTTSTRA
Put it up, pistols might sizzle a
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? Temperatures might
Before everybody feel the fire the 5's
I told Daz we about to fry niggas like
And seperate them by 5's, and up the skies
Crip that D.P.,
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo
Dogghouse (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth, ya

Like this, for the sake of the
Bitch nigga jaw-jackin' get out the frame
Let them punk you up
You up and got stomped the fuck down, what now?
Showdown, got your ring circus Bozo's
cannot work or see the tears of a
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 hunter
You soft like the other Hunter
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 like THE SOUTH!

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

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

[Tray
it's the genius of the click
Known to sleep a nigga
So watch how ya' bump speakin' 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 stripes and bars from a at war
Twice as hard, as niggas claim they sheisty
Criminal, lay 'em down for their stacks and
For the mic, to trife with the mass and gats
Do or die, to survive from my of birth
Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I the hearse
going down, Dogghouse gangsta style
And fuck Row, we'll take 'em out
We got the whole rap game now (C--RIP!!)
What you think this game's about?

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[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. nor Mr. Hyde
Whoever you that, they told you a lie
You been a and a waitin', as I can see
So me like the pope and bow to your knees
Oh the genius on the mic is back
So get on the phone and go tell a
I been a for a while as you all know
And now I'm on the mic doggin' the show
I got platinum my neck, that will never fade
The name of the chain's Mixmaster
A sure shot, body
A everybody get ready to rock
A shot, body rockin'
A everybody..............

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