Dogghouse In Your Mouth

[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)