Dogghouse
Gimme some of that g %#@! goldie loc
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin 'bout

Yeah, check this out y'all, uh huh huh

[Hook x2: 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
'cause the ^!$$%s I $#&@ with, 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 $$# (*##$es, headed to the player's ball
They gon be strippin and wigglin $$#
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


[Hook 2: Snoop Dogg]
Dogghouse, turnin it out, and if you ain't dope you gots to get

The $#&@ out, that's on the o g d p, (say what)
And that's how it is when you $#&@in with 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 with 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 %#@! 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 ^!$$%s is fightin
This bomb, I'm likin

Holla at my folks I know up in the complex
^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s super laced

How we like it, saggin in my 5 0 1
Killin my lungs, keepin these homies and (*##$es on one


[Hook x2]

[Tray Deee:]

Man I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin $#&@ it
Headed up to dogghouse swervin in a bucket
Puffin on some bomb from my comrade blue

And got my little (*##$ catch a contact too
House shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on
Swoopin to some soopafly, gettin my smoke on

^!$$% 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 %#@! that ^!$$%s lovin
Thuggin at the house party, $#&@ goin clubbin


[Hook 2]


[Goldie Loc:]
Let me hear you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Let's all get the money then murder these mother$#&@ers
@@#!suckers, they can't stop us
Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin with them coppers

I shut em down, doggpound for them (*##$es
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 with a hundred miles of walkin

Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and I'm gunnin ^!$$%
Doggpound gangsta crip for life
And we gon party in this mother$#&@er all damn night

[Hook x2]