Dogghouse
Gimme some of that G shit Goldie Loc
Yeah, that`s what I`m talkin `bout
Yeah, check this out y`all, uh huh huh
HOOK 2X: Snoop Dogg
We got Snoop Dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy Tray-Deee
Waniac, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from the bay, what you say
What you say, huh? (we do this like everyday)
[Rappin` 4-Tay]
Did ya get the dank, did ya get the dank?
Yeah I got the dank, you got the gas in the tank?
V.I.P. status, don`t need an apparatus
Cuz the niggas I fuck wit, they all about the cabbage
Down in yellobrick road my destination, the DoggHouse
Toastin Remys, fillin` jimmies, we goin all out
Lookin for the wizard, creepin through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player`s ball
They gon be strippin and wigglin ass
Hope you brought your playa pass
Tray-Deee, Goldie half dead, the twins blaze sacks
Bigger than big everyday in L.A.
4 Tay representin for the whole damn yae, Beeyotch
2ND HOOK: Snoop Dogg
DoggHouse, turnin it out, and if you aint dope you gots to get
The fuck out, that`s on the O G D P, (say what)
And that`s how it is when you fuckin wit me
[Waniac]
Don`t matter how you come, use all angles
Ties become tangled when the cutthroat strangles
My hookup, long rangers
Better float like a nationwide sky pager
Them hoes save us, talk about bein playas
On the real we can deal wit you playa haters
We hit the spot, every city got a block
What you makin when you take it to a different type of level that it pops
Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady bangin
Hoes steady sangin from the gang that we claimin
Yo, it`s Waniac, the maniac, Trip Loc won`t you spit that rap
[Trip Loc]
Park my shit and jump out, I`m at the homies spot
To see if he floatin with me up to the DoggHouse
Hit the weed he lightin, outside little niggas is fightin
This bomb, I`m likin
Holla at my folks I know up in the complex
Nigga ready to ride as soon as he get dressed
Now we ready to roll, hit the store, then the carpool lane
Once again it`s on, big chiefin
Remind me of the noisiest place
Ladies all over the place, and niggas super laced
How we like it, saggin in my 5 0 1
Killin my lungs, keepin these homies and bitches on one
HOOK 2X
[Tray Deee]
Man I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin fuck it
Headed up to DoggHouse swervin in a bucket
Puffin on some bomb from my comrade Blue
And got my little bitch catch a contact too
House shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on
Swoopin to some Soopafly, gettin my smoke on
Nigga Goldie Loc got the heat on roast it
4 Tay on the way plus the twins is posted
Bout to set it off bet it`s off the hook
Straight crooks, gettin money off the books
Makin nothin but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin
Thuggin at the house party, fuck goin clubbin
2ND HOOK
[Goldie Loc]
Let me hear you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Let`s all get the money then murder these motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, they can`t stop us
Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin wit them coppers
I shut em down, DoggPound for them bitches
I be seein you with snitches everytime I`m hittin switches
Ice skatin over dicthes
I`m true to the game, plus I`m out to get them riches
I be mobbin down the road tryin to bag up my bags
I`m saggin so hard I`m tearin up the back of my khakis
I`m tryin to reach my dogg Dirty Red
But this hoe won`t let me know, which way to go
I`m movin slow
My chucks only come wit a hundred miles of walkin
Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and I`m gunnin nigga
DoggPound gangsta crip for life
And we gon party in this motherfucker all damn night
HOOK 2X
