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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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We got Snoop Dogg in the house tonight |
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With the homeboy Tray Deee |
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Waniac, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from the bay |
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What you say, what you say, huh? |
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(We do this like everyday) |
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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 fuck with, they all about the cabbage |
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Down in yellow brick 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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Dogghouse, turnin' it out and if you ain't dope |
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You gots to get, the fuck out, that's on the O G D P |
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(Say what) |
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And that's how it is when you fuckin' with me |
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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 with 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 |
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To a different type of level that it pops |
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Know the dog 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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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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Man, I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin' fuck 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, fuck goin' clubbin' |
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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 motherfuckers |
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Cocksuckers, they can't stop us, now put up your choppers |
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Just in case they rollin' with them coppers |
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I shut 'em down, doggpound for them bitches |
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I be seein' you with snitches every time, I'm hittin' switches |
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Ice skatin' over ditches |
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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 dog dirty red |
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But this hoe won't let me know, which way to go, I'm movin' slow |
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My chucks only come with 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 motherfucker all damn night |