let's play house (original)
Singer:tha dogg pound
ain't no hidin' in the garage when we get down
you know what i'm sayin'?
dat nigga daz struck a match and the match went out
but it wasn't no more lights in the motherfucking house
speakin' of house let's play a game of it
is you with it? hide and go get it
i'll play the daddy and you can play the mama
so we can get down on the living room floor
is ya with it? i promise i won't kill it
should i kill it? tell it? yes
see back in the day when we used to play
now that is so right and natural
no other man that i can see
i'm singin' in my background
diggin' up a hole for you to make your move
but no longer will i be told regroup
engine engine number nine
engine engine number nine
let's play house. is that what you want me to do with you?
you play tha momma baby let's play house
you can play tha momma let's play house
now you can call me pappy or you can call me daddy
i'm hitting 21st in the blue and grey caddie
cause i'm chilling with the motherfucking dogg pound crew
now pass the brew to that nigga geezy weezy
so i can let you down easy
some niggas tried to see what i see
cock blocking with they bitches but they can't cock block me
i know you know this bitch by tha name of danielle
body of a goddess face from hell
this wasn't the average bitch
her coochie was cavi and she liked gobbling dicks
and i got a whole nine and a half for that black ass
now all the hoochies wanna do me from the past
to the present let me rep and present
the biggest nigga hittin all the hoes in your click
fast as lightning running through like the breeze
in the summertime out on the corner making g's
but i can show something much worse
the fact your bitch ate my dick first
how hot these hoes can get
the year a young man grows
fatal mistakes sprung over hazel-eyed hoes
bitches ain't shit and the hoes a trick
and that's my modern day theory to describe a bitch
the pen is mightier than the sword
is only what i'm confessin'
big pimpin' ain't stressin'
then here goes another fool again
who wants to stress the bullet
back to quick draw my glock
a new lesson to be taught
doubt is the murderer of the green
that couldn't rise from the dead
and the fate of the dream is to dream only
because where you stop is where it ends
yeah you heard what i said
didn't it hit you? in the head
big pimpin' ain't stressin'
platinum from out of the mind
tha pound in the studio come and go
lyrics floating like molecules all over the room
blended with the smell of chronic
hennessey on the tip of my tongue
with the perfection that's not unfamiliar
you don't want to get caught up in the stew
don't fuck with tha pound cause these motha' fuckas' put it down