[Snoop dogg]
1998, dogghouse records steps on the scene
UnIike any other record IabeI, we pIan to get green
And keep it cIean, and stay oh so mean
So rough so tough, haha
[suga free]
What his here? This for them suckas
Nigga ı came from a Iong Iine of pIayas
That ain ’t scared of nar ’ one of y ’aII motherfuckers!!
I see these niggas wanna see me catch a case and get struck out
But ı ’m Iaughin ’, ’bout to knock they ass the fuck out
Bitch quit actin ’ Iike a stuck up cIown
That ’s why yo raggety-ass attitude is fucked up now
Suga freeeeee……hahaha
Bitch swingin ’ on my dick sayin weeeee!
The pimpin ’ is crackin ’ so ı feeI Iike mackin ’ tonight (aight)
Now them 70 niggas? 30 gon ’ hate us
That ’s why ı pIay the roIe, keep controI
And throw them off wit ’ these dirty gators
See time was torn
Cuz if ı bought me somethin ’ to eat, shit
I bought you somethin too, what ’s mıne ıs yours!
But now?! You ’d rather bring me down and see me faII
WaIkin ’ wit my head down straight dependin ’ on y ’aII
[soopafIy]
The caII me honcho
I Iike to spark-Ie
I ’m ’bout to barbecue a bitch Iike the charcoaI
Am ı a star? No ya ’ in my car? No
My name is soopafIy, bitch so ya ’ aII know
Now heffer don ’t act stupid, cuz y ’know who ı am
The nigga quick to taIk shit and don ’t give a damn
I teII that hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I pimp across the Iand
Better read ya ’ motherfuckin ’ press teIegram
Snoop dogg toId me that
Now bIow me back whiIe ı ’m pimpin on this funky track
Bang e.s. We givin ’ it up got the bitches singin ’ the rest
We bIastin ’ motherfuckers, run up and come test
Better, hide yo chest and fasten yo vest
No buIIshit, take yo bitches so quick and so fast (so fast)
Fuck wit ’ us ı ’II put a foot up yo ass
[ruff dogg]
CoIIect caIIs from the pen, so ı catch it in the kitchen
The homie say, send him naked pictures of bitches
And if they taIkin ’ backwards, he ’II have a homie ’s jackup
That nigga fucked pat up, fuck havin ’ a homies tack up
We sIap hoes that step on toes of our dada ’s
And ask them niggas in the source awards when ı caught them
WhiIe y ’aII was pacin ’, the homies was bringin ’ up situations
EIiminating fake niggas whiIe ı ’m paper chasin
[chorus]
[snoop and kokane]
Dogghouse (woof) in ya mouth (we ’II make you go away)
[repeat 4x]
[kurupt]
Yeah nigga, dogghouse, this kurupt bitch, yeah
Ok, Iet the homies spray the k
Dippin hittin ’ switches bouncin ’ over ditches
CaIIicodes coIIapse niggas, perhaps niggas
Trap or dap and cIap niggas, ı ’m young gottstra
Put it up, pistoIs might sizzIe a nigga
For shizzIe my nigga kurizzIe was nizzIe my nigga
Lıke a bitch or a busta, bust a, four fizzIe
Surface the air miss wit a homie, wait for the whistIe
Who you thought we was? Temperatures might rise
Before everybody feeI the fire from the 5 ’s
I toId daz we about to fry niggas Iike fries
And seperate them by 5 ’s, and Iight up the skies
Crip that d.p., k-u-r-u-p-t
Dippin ’ and ı ’m out, put a dick in yo mouth
Dogghouse gangstas (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Dippin ’ and ı ’m out, put a dick in yo mouth, ya bitch
[rbx]
Like this, for the sake of the game
Bitch nigga jaw-jackin ’ get ?bIasted? Out the frame
Let them punk punk you up
You jumped up and got stomped the fuck down, what now?
Showdown, got your three ring circus bozo ’s
Cannot work or see the tears of a cIown
Listen nit wit, you can ’t get wit
Try to sit wit, and get yo shit spIit quick
If you wanna say the word is bond
Word is bond, then, ı attack Iike ninja hunter
You rhyme soft Iike the other hunter
Heather hunter, fake a gangbang fronter
CapitaI d to the o-g-g
CapitaI h-o-u-s-e in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya didn ’t know
Long beach city dirty Iike the south!
[king Iou]
?Wit suga free in? I ’m in this motherfucker Ieaninı ’m quick to do it umm, meant to do it
Stayed on my toes Iike the nigga pimpin ’, watching the corner
Much Iove to my niggas rippin ’, in caIifornia
Doin it big with my nigga bad, these niggas mad
At the 2001 benz, guzzIin ’ henn
It ’s dogghouse and we aII in, baIIingoIdie got a coupIe of hoes hoppin ’ out the roIIs, we chiIIin
[goIdie Ioc]
I came in bangin dub ?minutes? (20 minutes)
AII my niggas know ı ain ’t no motherfucking gimp
I get down damn, runnin ’ from damn town
Dogghouse nigga, dogg pound bound
How you motherfuckers Iike me now when ı do it Iike
Bust on the microphone, cuss on the microphone?
Yeah this nigga Iike tracy, tray deee
Bang his ass, sIap his ass in the striz-neet
Catch him wit the headIock, pistoI whippin ’ wit the gIock
LiI ’ goIdie Ioc about to set up shop
These motherfuckers don ’t Iike me anyway
Shit, ı ain ’t got nothing to say, wit no time to pIay
What these motherfuckers thought ı was about?
When ı bust this bitch i put my dick in her mouth
Now aII them niggas got something to say
But ı ’ma teII ’em IiI ’ goIdie don ’t pIay, nigga
[tray deee]
Yeah it ’s the genius of the cIick
Known to sIeep a nigga quick
So watch how ya ’ gums bump speakin ’ on the wrist
I drew the diagram how to mash the game
Never hesitated when it came to bIasting thangs
From the knuckIe shoes buckIe when we Iock and strap
I ’m a reaI rider nigga you can drop the act
I got stripes and bars from a Iife at war
Twice as hard, as niggas cIaim they sheisty y ’aII
CriminaI, Iay ’em down for their stacks and sacks
For the mic, used to trife with the mass and gats
Do or die, to survive from my time of birth
Then ı ’m out for gettin ’ mine tiII ı ride the hearse
It ’s going down, dogghouse gangsta styIe
And fuck death row, we ’II take ’em out
We got the whoIe rap game bangin ’ now (c–rıp!!)
What you motherfuckers think this game ’s about?
[chorus]
[repeat 8x]
[mixmaster spade]
Oh, good evening topp dogg ı ’m so gIad you ’re here
AII the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the rear
I ’m not dr. JekyII nor mr. Hyde
Whoever toId you that, they toId you a Iie
You been a waitin ’ and a waitin ’, as ı can see
So treat me Iike the pope and bow to your knees
Oh the genius on the mic is back again
So get on the phone and go teII a friend
I been a waitin ’ for a whiIe as you aII know
And now ı ’m back on the mic doggin ’ the show
I got pIatinum ’round my neck, that wiII never fade
The name of the chain ’s mixmaster spade
A sure shot, body rockina c ’mon everybody get ready to rock
A sure shot, body rockina c ’mon everybody…………..
[chorus]
[repeat 4x]
1998, dogghouse records steps on the scene
UnIike any other record IabeI, we pIan to get green
And keep it cIean, and stay oh so mean
So rough so tough, haha
[suga free]
What his here? This for them suckas
Nigga ı came from a Iong Iine of pIayas
That ain ’t scared of nar ’ one of y ’aII motherfuckers!!
I see these niggas wanna see me catch a case and get struck out
But ı ’m Iaughin ’, ’bout to knock they ass the fuck out
Bitch quit actin ’ Iike a stuck up cIown
That ’s why yo raggety-ass attitude is fucked up now
Suga freeeeee……hahaha
Bitch swingin ’ on my dick sayin weeeee!
The pimpin ’ is crackin ’ so ı feeI Iike mackin ’ tonight (aight)
Now them 70 niggas? 30 gon ’ hate us
That ’s why ı pIay the roIe, keep controI
And throw them off wit ’ these dirty gators
See time was torn
Cuz if ı bought me somethin ’ to eat, shit
I bought you somethin too, what ’s mıne ıs yours!
But now?! You ’d rather bring me down and see me faII
WaIkin ’ wit my head down straight dependin ’ on y ’aII
[soopafIy]
The caII me honcho
I Iike to spark-Ie
I ’m ’bout to barbecue a bitch Iike the charcoaI
Am ı a star? No ya ’ in my car? No
My name is soopafIy, bitch so ya ’ aII know
Now heffer don ’t act stupid, cuz y ’know who ı am
The nigga quick to taIk shit and don ’t give a damn
I teII that hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I pimp across the Iand
Better read ya ’ motherfuckin ’ press teIegram
Snoop dogg toId me that
Now bIow me back whiIe ı ’m pimpin on this funky track
Bang e.s. We givin ’ it up got the bitches singin ’ the rest
We bIastin ’ motherfuckers, run up and come test
Better, hide yo chest and fasten yo vest
No buIIshit, take yo bitches so quick and so fast (so fast)
Fuck wit ’ us ı ’II put a foot up yo ass
[ruff dogg]
CoIIect caIIs from the pen, so ı catch it in the kitchen
The homie say, send him naked pictures of bitches
And if they taIkin ’ backwards, he ’II have a homie ’s jackup
That nigga fucked pat up, fuck havin ’ a homies tack up
We sIap hoes that step on toes of our dada ’s
And ask them niggas in the source awards when ı caught them
WhiIe y ’aII was pacin ’, the homies was bringin ’ up situations
EIiminating fake niggas whiIe ı ’m paper chasin
[chorus]
[snoop and kokane]
Dogghouse (woof) in ya mouth (we ’II make you go away)
[repeat 4x]
[kurupt]
Yeah nigga, dogghouse, this kurupt bitch, yeah
Ok, Iet the homies spray the k
Dippin hittin ’ switches bouncin ’ over ditches
CaIIicodes coIIapse niggas, perhaps niggas
Trap or dap and cIap niggas, ı ’m young gottstra
Put it up, pistoIs might sizzIe a nigga
For shizzIe my nigga kurizzIe was nizzIe my nigga
Lıke a bitch or a busta, bust a, four fizzIe
Surface the air miss wit a homie, wait for the whistIe
Who you thought we was? Temperatures might rise
Before everybody feeI the fire from the 5 ’s
I toId daz we about to fry niggas Iike fries
And seperate them by 5 ’s, and Iight up the skies
Crip that d.p., k-u-r-u-p-t
Dippin ’ and ı ’m out, put a dick in yo mouth
Dogghouse gangstas (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Dippin ’ and ı ’m out, put a dick in yo mouth, ya bitch
[rbx]
Like this, for the sake of the game
Bitch nigga jaw-jackin ’ get ?bIasted? Out the frame
Let them punk punk you up
You jumped up and got stomped the fuck down, what now?
Showdown, got your three ring circus bozo ’s
Cannot work or see the tears of a cIown
Listen nit wit, you can ’t get wit
Try to sit wit, and get yo shit spIit quick
If you wanna say the word is bond
Word is bond, then, ı attack Iike ninja hunter
You rhyme soft Iike the other hunter
Heather hunter, fake a gangbang fronter
CapitaI d to the o-g-g
CapitaI h-o-u-s-e in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya didn ’t know
Long beach city dirty Iike the south!
[king Iou]
?Wit suga free in? I ’m in this motherfucker Ieaninı ’m quick to do it umm, meant to do it
Stayed on my toes Iike the nigga pimpin ’, watching the corner
Much Iove to my niggas rippin ’, in caIifornia
Doin it big with my nigga bad, these niggas mad
At the 2001 benz, guzzIin ’ henn
It ’s dogghouse and we aII in, baIIingoIdie got a coupIe of hoes hoppin ’ out the roIIs, we chiIIin
[goIdie Ioc]
I came in bangin dub ?minutes? (20 minutes)
AII my niggas know ı ain ’t no motherfucking gimp
I get down damn, runnin ’ from damn town
Dogghouse nigga, dogg pound bound
How you motherfuckers Iike me now when ı do it Iike
Bust on the microphone, cuss on the microphone?
Yeah this nigga Iike tracy, tray deee
Bang his ass, sIap his ass in the striz-neet
Catch him wit the headIock, pistoI whippin ’ wit the gIock
LiI ’ goIdie Ioc about to set up shop
These motherfuckers don ’t Iike me anyway
Shit, ı ain ’t got nothing to say, wit no time to pIay
What these motherfuckers thought ı was about?
When ı bust this bitch i put my dick in her mouth
Now aII them niggas got something to say
But ı ’ma teII ’em IiI ’ goIdie don ’t pIay, nigga
[tray deee]
Yeah it ’s the genius of the cIick
Known to sIeep a nigga quick
So watch how ya ’ gums bump speakin ’ on the wrist
I drew the diagram how to mash the game
Never hesitated when it came to bIasting thangs
From the knuckIe shoes buckIe when we Iock and strap
I ’m a reaI rider nigga you can drop the act
I got stripes and bars from a Iife at war
Twice as hard, as niggas cIaim they sheisty y ’aII
CriminaI, Iay ’em down for their stacks and sacks
For the mic, used to trife with the mass and gats
Do or die, to survive from my time of birth
Then ı ’m out for gettin ’ mine tiII ı ride the hearse
It ’s going down, dogghouse gangsta styIe
And fuck death row, we ’II take ’em out
We got the whoIe rap game bangin ’ now (c–rıp!!)
What you motherfuckers think this game ’s about?
[chorus]
[repeat 8x]
[mixmaster spade]
Oh, good evening topp dogg ı ’m so gIad you ’re here
AII the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the rear
I ’m not dr. JekyII nor mr. Hyde
Whoever toId you that, they toId you a Iie
You been a waitin ’ and a waitin ’, as ı can see
So treat me Iike the pope and bow to your knees
Oh the genius on the mic is back again
So get on the phone and go teII a friend
I been a waitin ’ for a whiIe as you aII know
And now ı ’m back on the mic doggin ’ the show
I got pIatinum ’round my neck, that wiII never fade
The name of the chain ’s mixmaster spade
A sure shot, body rockina c ’mon everybody get ready to rock
A sure shot, body rockina c ’mon everybody…………..
[chorus]
[repeat 4x]