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Snoop Dogg Duces 'N Trayz - The Old Fashioned Way Dogghouse In Your Mouth (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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