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Snoop Dogg - Dogghouse In Your Mouth Lyrics |
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| Current Rating: None | (feat. Kurupt, Soopafly, RBX,Suga Free &
others)
[Snoop Dogg]
1998, Dogghouse Records steps
on the scene
Unlike any other record label, we plan to get green
And keep
it clean, and stay oh so mean
So rough so tough, haha
[Suga
Free]
What his here? This for them suckas
Nigga I came from a long
line of playas
that ain't scared of NAR' ONE OF Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!!
I
see these niggas wanna see me catch a case and get struck out
But I'm
laughin', 'bout to knock they ass the fuck out
Bitch quit actin' like a stuck
up clown
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 I feel like mackin' tonight (aight)
Now them 70 niggas? 30
gon' hate us
That's why I play the role, keep control
and throw them off
wit' these dirty gators
See time was torn
Cuz if I bought me somethin' to
eat, shit
I bought you somethin too, WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS!
BUT NOW?! You'd
rather bring me down and see me fall
Walkin' wit my head down straight
dependin' on y'all
[Soopafly]
The call me Honcho
I like to
Spark-le
I'm 'bout to barbecue a bitch like the charcoal
Am I a star? NO
Ya' in my car? NO
My name is Soopafly, bitch so ya' all know
Now heffer
don't act stupid, cuz y'know who I am
The nigga quick to talk shit and don't
give a damn
I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I pimp across
the land
Better read ya' motherfuckin' press telegram
Snoop Dogg told me
that
Now blow me back while I'm pimpin on this funky track
Bang E.S. we
givin' it up got the bitches singin' the rest
We blastin' motherfuckers, run
up and come test
Better, hide yo chest and fasten yo vest
No bullshit,
take yo bitches so quick and so fast (so fast)
Fuck wit' us I'll put a foot
up yo ass
[Ruff Dogg]
Collect calls from the pen, so I catch it
in the kitchen
The homie say, send him naked pictures of bitches
And if
they talkin' backwards, he'll have a homie's jackup
That nigga fucked Pat up,
fuck havin' a homies tack up
We slap hoes that step on toes of our
DaDa's
and ask them niggas in the Source Awards when I caught them
while
y'all was pacin', the homies was bringin' up situations
Eliminating fake
niggas while I'm paper chasin'
[Chorus]
[Snoop and
Kokane]
Dogghouse (woof) in ya mouth (we'll make you go
away)
[Repeat 4X]
[Kurupt]
Yeah nigga, Dogghouse,
this Kurupt bitch, yeah
OK, let the homies spray the K
Dippin hittin'
switches bouncin' over ditches
Callicodes collapse niggas, perhaps
niggas
Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'M YOUNG GOTTSTRA
Put it up, pistols
might sizzle a nigga
For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my
nigga
LIke a bitch or a busta, bust a, four fizzle
surface the air miss
wit a homie, wait for the whistle
Who you thought we was? Temperatures might
rise
Before everybody feel the fire from the 5's
I told Daz we about to
fry niggas like fries
And seperate them by 5's, and light up the
skies
Crip that D.P., K-U-R-U-P-T
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo
mouth
Dogghouse gangstas (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Dippin' and I'm out, put
a dick in yo mouth, ya bitch
[RBX]
Like this, for the sake of
the game
Bitch nigga jaw-jackin' get ?blasted? 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 clown
Listen nit wit, you can't get wit
try to sit wit, and get
yo shit split quick
If you wanna say the word is bond
word is bond, then,
I attack like ninja hunter
You rhyme soft like the other Hunter
Heather
Hunter, fake a gangbang fronter
Capital D to the O-G-G
Capital H-O-U-S-E
in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya didn't know
Long Beach City dirty like THE
SOUTH!
[King Lou]
?Wit Suga Free in? I'm in this motherfucker
leanin'
I'm quick to do it umm, meant to do it
Stayed on my toes like the
nigga pimpin', watching the corner
Much love to my niggas rippin', in
California
Doin it big with my nigga Bad, these niggas mad
At the 2001
Benz, guzzlin' Henn
It's Dogghouse and we all in, ballin'
Goldie got a
couple of hoes hoppin' out the Rolls, we chillin
[Goldie Loc]
I
came in bangin dub ?minutes? (20 minutes)
All my niggas know I ain't no
motherfucking gimp
I get down damn, runnin' from damn town
Dogghouse
nigga, Dogg Pound bound
How you motherfuckers like me now when I do it
like
Bust on the microphone, cuss on the microphone?
Yeah this nigga like
Tracy, Tray Deee
Bang his ass, slap his ass in the striz-neet
Catch him
wit the headlock, pistol whippin' wit the glock
Lil' Goldie Loc about to set
up shop
These motherfuckers don't like me anyway
Shit, I ain't got nothing
to say, wit no time to play
What these motherfuckers thought I was
about?
When I bust this bitch i put my dick in her mouth
Now all them
niggas got something to say
But I'ma tell 'em Lil' Goldie don't play,
nigga
[Tray Deee]
Yeah it's the genius of the click
Known to
sleep 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
blasting thangs
From the knuckle shoes buckle when we lock and strap
I'm a
real rider nigga you can drop the act
I got stripes and bars from a life at
war
Twice as hard, as niggas claim they sheisty y'all
Criminal, lay '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 I'm out for gettin'
mine till I ride the hearse
It's going down, Dogghouse gangsta style
And
fuck Death Row, we'll take 'em out
We got the whole rap game bangin' now
(C--RIP!!)
What you motherfuckers think this game's
about?
[Chorus]
[Repeat 8x]
[Mixmaster
Spade]
Oh, good evening Topp Dogg I'm so glad you're here
All the
bitches in the front, the gangsters in the rear
I'm not Dr. Jekyll nor Mr.
Hyde
Whoever told you that, they told you a lie
You been a waitin' and a
waitin', as I can see
So treat me like the pope and bow to your knees
Oh
the genius on the mic is back again
So get on the phone and go tell a
friend
I been a waitin' for a while as you all know
And now I'm back on
the mic doggin' the show
I got platinum 'round my neck, that will never
fade
The name of the chain's Mixmaster Spade
A sure shot, body
rockin'
A c'mon everybody get ready to rock
A sure shot, body rockin'
A
c'mon everybody..............
[Chorus]
[Repeat 4x]
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