house shoes

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?

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

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