Dogghouse
Gimme some of that g s**t goldie loc
Yeah, that`s what I`m talkin `bout
Yeah, check this out y`all, uh huh huh

Hook 2x: 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 ni**as 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 player`s 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

2nd hook: snoop dogg
Dogghouse, turnin it out, and if you ain`t dope you gots to get
The f**k out, that`s on the o g d p, (say what)
And that`s how it is when you f**kin wit 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 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, it`s waniac, the maniac, trip loc won`t you spit that rap

[trip loc]
Park my s**t 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 ni**as is fightin
This bomb, I`m likin
Holla at my folks I know up in the complex
Ni**a 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 ni**as super laced
How we like it, saggin in my 5 0 1
Killin my lungs, keepin these homies and bitches on one

Hook 2x

[tray deee]
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
Ni**a 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 s**t that ni**as lovin
Thuggin at the house party, f**k goin clubbin

2nd hook

[goldie loc]
Let me hear you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Let`s all get the money then murder these motherf**kers
C**ksuckers, they can`t 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 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 wit a hundred miles of walkin
Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and I`m gunnin ni**a
Doggpound gangsta crip for life
And we gon party in this motherf**ker all damn night

Hook 2x