[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
1998, Dogghouse Records steps on the scene
Unlike any other record label, we plan to get green
And keep it clean, and stay oh so mean
So rough so tough, haha
[Verse 1: Suga Free]
What? This here? This for them suckas
Nigga, I came from a long line of playas
That ain't scared of nann one of y'all mothafuckas!
I see these niggas wanna see me catch a case and get struck out
But I'm laughin', 'bout to knock they ass the fuck out
Bitch, quit actin' like a stuck-up clown
That's why yo' raggedy-ass attitude is fucked up now
Suga Freee... (Hahaha...)
Bitch swingin' on my dick, sayin' "Weee!!!"
The pimpin' is crackin', so I feel like mackin' tonight (Aight? Aight)
Now out of 70 niggas? 30 gon' hate us
That's why I play the role, keep control
And throw them off wit' these dirty gators (Ha heh heh heh)
See, time was torn
'Cause if I bought me somethin' to eat –
Shit, I bought you somethin too, what's mine is yours!
But naw! You'd rather bring me down and see me fall
Walkin' wit my head down, straight dependin' on ya'll
[Verse 2: Soopafly]
The call me Honcho
I like to Sparkle
I'm 'bout to barbecue a bitch like the charcoal
Am I a star? No
Get in my car? No
My name is Soopafly, bitch – so you all know
Now, heffer, don't act stupid – 'cuz you know who I am
The nigga quick to talk shit and don't give a damn
I tell that ho "run," man, that ho better scram
I pimp across the land
Better read ya' motherfuckin' press telegram
Snoop Dogg told me that
Now blow me back while I'm pimpin' on this funky track
Bang E.S., we givin' it up, got the bitches singin' the rest
We blastin' motherfuckers, run up and come test
Better, hide yo' chest and fasten yo' vest
No bullshit, take yo' bitches so quick and so fast (So fast)
Fuck wit' us, I'll put a foot up yo' ass
[Verse 3: Ruff Dogg]
Collect Call from the pen, so I catch it in the kitchen
The homie say, send him naked pictures of bitches
And if they talkin' backwards, he'll have the homies jack 'em
That nigga fucked Pat up, for coveting a homie's tackle
We slap hoes that step on toes of our Dada's
And ask them niggas at The Source Awards when I caught them
While y'all was pacing, the homies was bringin' up situations
Eliminating fake niggas, while I'm paper chasin'
[Hook: Snoop Dogg, (Kokane)]
Dogghouse (Woof!!!)
In ya mouth (We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse (Woof!!!)
In ya mouth (We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse (Woof!!!)
In ya mouth (We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse (Woof!!!)
In ya mouth (We'll make you go away)
[Verse 4: Kurupt]
Yeah, nigga! Dogghouse – this Kurupt, ya bitch!
Yeah, okay – let the homies spray the 'K
Dippin', hittin' switches, bouncin' over ditches
Calicos collapse niggas, perhaps niggas
Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'm Young Gottstra (Who?!)
Put it up, pistols might sizzle a nigga
For shizzle, my nigga careerizzle was nizzle, my nigga
Like a bitch or a busta, bust the – four-fizzle
Surface-to-air missile, the homies wait for the whistle
Who you thought we was? Temperatures might rise
Before everybody feel the fire from the 5's
I told Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate 'em by 5's, and light up the skies
Rep the Crip, that D.P., K-U-R-U-P-T
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo' mouth
Dogghouse gangstas (Woof, woof, woof, woof)
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo' mouth, ya bitch
[Verse 5: RBX]
Like this, for the sake of the game
Bitch nigga jaw-jackin', get put out, tore out the frame
Let them punks pump you up
You jumped up and got stomped the fuck down – what now?
Showdown, got you three ring circus Bozo's
Cannot work us, see the tears of a clown
Listen, nitwit, you can't get wit'
Try to sit wit' and get yo' shit split quick
If you wanna say the word is bond – word is bond
Then, I attack like Ninja Hunter
You rhyme soft like the other Hunter – Heather Hunter
Fake, a gangbang fronter
Capital D to the O-G-G
Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth
Oh bitch, if ya didn't know – Long Beach City, dirty like the South!
[Verse 6: King Lou]
Coastin' down on Freeman, I'm in this motherfucker leanin'
I'm – quick to do it
I – meant to do it
Stay on my toes like a nigga pimpin', watching the corner
Much love to my niggas rippin' in California
Doin' it big with my nigga Bad, these niggas mad
At the 2001 Benz, guzzlin' Henn
It's Dogghouse and we all in – ballin'
Goldie got a couple of hoes hoppin' out the Rolls, we chillin'
[Verse 7: Goldie Loc]
I came in bangin', dub minutes (20 minutes)
All my niggas know, I ain't no motherfucking gimmick
I get down, damn, runnin' from downtown
Dogghouse nigga, Dogg Pound bound
How you motherfuckers like me now?
What I do is like – bust on the microphone, cuss on the microphone
Give this nigga like trey feet
Tray Deee – bang his ass, slap his ass in the strizz-neet
Catch him wit' the headlock, pistol-whip him wit' the Glock
Lil' Goldie Loc about to set up shop
These motherfuckers don't like me anyway
Shit, I ain't got nothing to say, wit' no time to play
What these motherfuckers thought I was about?
When I bust this bitch, I put my dick in her mouth
Now all them niggas who got something to say
What I'ma tell 'em? Lil' Goldie don't play, nigga
[Verse 8: Tray Deee]
Yeah, it's the 'G'-est of the click
Known to sleep a nigga quick
So watch how ya' gums bump, speakin' on a writ'
I drew the diagram how to mash the game
Never hesitated when it came to blasting thangs
From the knuckle; swarms buckle once we lock and scrap
I'm a real rider, nigga, you can drop the act
I got stripes and bars from a life at war
Twice as hard as niggas claimin' they sheisty are
Criminal, lay 'em down for their stacks and sacks
'Fore the mic, used to trife with the mask and gats
Do or die to survive, from my time of birth
Been out for gettin' mine 'til I ride the hearse
It's going down, Dogghouse gangsta style
And fuck Death Row – we'll take 'em out
We got the whole rap game bangin' now (C–RIP!!)
What you motherfuckers think this game's about?
[Hook: Snoop Dogg, (Kokane)]
Dogghouse (Woof!!!)
In ya mouth (We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse (Woof!!!)
In ya mouth (We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse (Woof!!!)
In ya mouth (We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse (Woof!!!)
In ya mouth (We'll make you go away)
[Verse 9: Mixmaster Spade]
Oh, good evening, Topp Dogg, I'm so glad you're here
All the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the rear
I'm not Dr. Jekyll, nor Mr. Hyde
Whoever told you that, they told you a lie
You been a-waitin' and awaitin', as I can see
So treat me like the Pope, and bow to your knees
Oh, the genius on the mic is back again
So get on the phone and go tell a friend
I been a-waitin' for a while as you all know
And now I'm back on the mic, doggin' the show
I got Platinum 'round my neck, that will never fade
The name on the chain's Mixmaster Spade
A sure shot, body rockin'
Uh, c'mon, everybody, get ready to rock
A sure shot, body rockin'
Uh, c'mon, everybody..............
[Hook: Snoop Dogg, (Kokane)]
Dogghouse (Woof!!!)
In ya mouth (We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse (Woof!!!)
In ya mouth (We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse (Woof!!!)
In ya mouth (We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse (Woof!!!)
In ya mouth (We'll make you go away)