Dogghouse

Dogghouse

Gimme some of that g shit goldie loc

Yeah thats what Im talkin bout

Yeah check this out yall uh huh huh

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）

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 dont need an apparatus

Cuz the niggas I f**k 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 players 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

Snoop dogg

Dogghouse turnin it out and if you aint dope you gots to get

The f**k out thats on the o g d p （say what）

And thats how it is when you f**kin wit me

Dont 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 its waniac the maniac trip loc wont you spit that rap

Park my shit and jump out Im 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 Im 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 its 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

Man I got warrants bad tax still sayin f**k 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 its off the hook

Straight crooks gettin money off the books

Makin nothin but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin

Thuggin at the house party f**k goin clubbin

Let me hear you say pimps banks hustlers

Lets all get the money then murder these motherf**kers

Cocksuckers they cant 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 Im hittin switches

Ice skatin over dicthes

Im true to the game plus Im out to get them riches

I be mobbin down the road tryin to bag up my bags

Im saggin so hard Im tearin up the back of my khakis

Im tryin to reach my dogg dirty red

But this hoe wont let me know which way to go

Im movin slow

My chucks only come wit a hundred miles of walkin

Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and Im gunnin nigga

Doggpound gangsta crip for life

And we gon party in this motherf**ker all damn night