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Dogghouse |
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Gimme some of that g shit goldie loc |
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Yeah, that's what I'm talkin 'bout |
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Yeah, check this out y'all, uh huh huh |
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Hook 2x: snoop dogg |
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We got snoop dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy tray-deee |
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Waniac, trip loc and goldie, 4 tay from the bay, what you say |
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What you say, huh? (we do this like everyday) |
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[rappin' 4-tay] |
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Did ya get the dank, did ya get the dank? |
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Yeah I got the dank, you got the gas in the tank? |
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V.i.p. status, don't need an apparatus |
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'cause the niggas I f**k wit, they all about the cabbage |
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Down in yellobrick road my destination, the dogghouse |
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Toastin remys, fillin' jimmies, we goin all out |
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Lookin for the wizard, creepin through the fog |
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Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's ball |
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They gon be strippin and wigglin ass |
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Hope you brought your playa pass |
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Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the twins blaze sacks |
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Bigger than big everyday in l.a. |
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4 tay representin for the whole damn yae, beeyotch |
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2nd hook: snoop dogg |
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Dogghouse, turnin it out, and if you ain't dope you gots to get |
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The f**k out, that's on the o g d p, (say what) |
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And that's how it is when you f**kin wit me |
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[waniac] |
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Don't matter how you come, use all angles |
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Ties become tangled when the cutthroat strangles |
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My hookup, long rangers |
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Better float like a nationwide sky pager |
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Them hoes save us, talk about bein playas |
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On the real we can deal wit you playa haters |
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We hit the spot, every city got a block |
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What you makin when you take it to a different type of level that it pops |
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Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady bangin |
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Hoes steady sangin from the gang that we claimin |
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Yo, it's waniac, the maniac, trip loc won't you spit that rap |
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[trip loc] |
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Park my shit and jump out, I'm at the homies spot |
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To see if he floatin with me up to the dogghouse |
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Hit the weed he lightin, outside little niggas is fightin |
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This bomb, I'm likin |
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Holla at my folks I know up in the complex |
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Nigga ready to ride as soon as he get dressed |
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Now we ready to roll, hit the store, then the carpool lane |
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Once again it's on, big chiefin |
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Remind me of the noisiest place |
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Ladies all over the place, and niggas super laced |
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How we like it, saggin in my 5 0 1 |
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Killin my lungs, keepin these homies and bitches on one |
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Hook 2x |
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[tray deee] |
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Man I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin f**k it |
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Headed up to dogghouse swervin in a bucket |
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Puffin on some bomb from my comrade blue |
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And got my little bitch catch a contact too |
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House shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on |
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Swoopin to some soopafly, gettin my smoke on |
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Nigga goldie loc got the heat on roast it |
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4 tay on the way plus the twins is posted |
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Bout to set it off bet it's off the hook |
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Straight crooks, gettin money off the books |
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Makin nothin but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin |
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Thuggin at the house party, f**k goin clubbin |
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2nd hook |
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[goldie loc] |
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Let me hear you say pimps, banks, hustlers |
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Let's all get the money then murder these motherf**kers |
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Cocksuckers, they can't stop us |
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Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin wit them coppers |
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I shut em down, doggpound for them bitches |
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I be seein you with snitches everytime I'm hittin switches |
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Ice skatin over dicthes |
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I'm true to the game, plus I'm out to get them riches |
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I be mobbin down the road tryin to bag up my bags |
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I'm saggin so hard I'm tearin up the back of my khakis |
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I'm tryin to reach my dogg dirty red |
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But this hoe won't let me know, which way to go |
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I'm movin slow |
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My chucks only come wit a hundred miles of walkin |
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Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and I'm gunnin nigga |
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Doggpound gangsta crip for life |
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And we gon party in this motherf**ker all damn night |
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Hook 2x |
