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Dogghouse 
Gimme some of that g shit goldie loc 
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin 'bout 
Yeah, check this out y'all, uh huh huh 
 
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, don't need an apparatus 
'cause the niggas I fuck 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 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 
 
Dogghouse, turnin it out, and if you ain't dope you gots to get 
The fuck out, that's on the o g d p, (say what) 
And that's how it is when you fuckin with me 
 
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 
 
Park my shit 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 niggas is fightin 
This bomb, I'm 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 it's 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 fuck 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 it's off the hook 
Straight crooks, gettin money off the books 
Makin nothin but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin 
Thuggin at the house party, fuck goin clubbin 
 
Let me hear you say pimps, banks, hustlers 
Let's all get the money then murder these motherfuckers 
Cocksuckers, 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 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 with a hundred miles of walkin 
Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and I'm gunnin nigga 
Doggpound gangsta crip for life 
And we gon party in this motherfucker all damn night