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[Snoop
1998, Dogghouse steps on the scene
Unlike any other record label, we to get green
And it clean, and stay oh so mean
So rough so tough,

[Suga
What his here? for them suckas
Nigga I came from a line of playas
that ain't of NAR' ONE OF Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!!
I see these niggas wanna see me a case and get struck out
But I'm laughin', to knock they ass the fuck out
Bitch quit actin' a stuck up clown
That's why yo attitude is fucked up now
Freeeeee......hahaha
Bitch swingin' on my sayin WEEEEE!
The pimpin' is so I feel like mackin' tonight (aight)
Now 70 niggas? 30 gon' hate us
That's why I play the role, control
and throw them off wit' these dirty
See time was
if I bought me somethin' to eat, shit
I you somethin too, WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS!
BUT NOW?! You'd rather bring me and see me fall
Walkin' wit my head down straight dependin' on

The me Honcho
I like to
I'm 'bout to a bitch like the charcoal
Am I a star? NO Ya' in my NO
My name is Soopafly, bitch so ya' all
Now heffer act stupid, 'cause y'know who I am
The nigga to talk shit and don't give a damn
I tell that hoe run, man that hoe scram
I across the land
Better read ya' press telegram
Dogg told me that
Now blow me back I'm pimpin on this funky track
E.S. we givin' it up got the bitches singin' the rest
We blastin' motherfuckers, run up and test
Better, hide yo and fasten yo vest
No bullshit, take yo bitches so and so fast (so fast)
Fuck wit' us I'll put a up yo ass

[Ruff
Collect from the pen, so I catch it in the kitchen
The homie say, him naked pictures of bitches
And if they talkin' backwards, have a homie's jackup
That fucked Pat up, fuck havin' a homies tack up
We slap hoes that step on toes of our
and ask them niggas in the Awards when I caught them
y'all was pacin', the homies was bringin' up situations
Eliminating fake niggas while I'm paper

[Snoop and
Dogghouse (woof) in ya mouth (we'll you go away)
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Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, this bitch, yeah

OK, let the homies the K
Dippin hittin' switches bouncin' over
Callicodes collapse niggas, perhaps
or dap and clap niggas, I'M YOUNG GOTTSTRA
Put it up, pistols might sizzle a
For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my
LIke a bitch or a busta, a, four fizzle
surface the air wit a homie, wait for the whistle
Who you thought we was? Temperatures might
Before feel the fire from the 5's
I told Daz we about to fry like fries
And seperate by 5's, and light up the skies
Crip that D.P.,
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo
Dogghouse (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth, ya

Like this, for the of the game
Bitch nigga get ?blasted? out the frame
Let them punk you up
You jumped up and got stomped the fuck down, what
Showdown, got your ring circus Bozo's
cannot or see the tears of a clown
nit wit, you can't get wit
try to sit wit, and get yo shit quick
If you say the word is bond
word is bond, then, I attack ninja hunter
You rhyme soft like the other
Heather Hunter, a gangbang fronter
Capital D to the
Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya didn't
Beach City dirty like THE SOUTH!

[King
?Wit Free in? I'm in this motherfucker leanin'
I'm quick to do it umm, to do it
on my toes like the nigga pimpin', watching the corner
Much to my niggas rippin', in California
it big with my nigga Bad, these niggas mad
At the Benz, guzzlin' Henn
Dogghouse and we all in, ballin'
Goldie got a of hoes hoppin' out the Rolls, we chillin

[Goldie
I came in bangin dub (20 minutes)
All my niggas know I ain't no gimp
I get down damn, runnin' from damn
Dogghouse nigga, Dogg bound
How you like me now when I do it like
Bust on the microphone, on the microphone?
Yeah nigga like Tracy, Tray Deee
Bang his ass, slap his ass in the
him wit the headlock, pistol whippin' wit the glock
Lil' Goldie Loc about to set up
These motherfuckers like me anyway
Shit, I ain't got nothing to say, wit no to play
these motherfuckers thought I was about?
When I bust this i put my dick in her mouth
Now all them got something to say
But I'ma tell 'em Goldie don't play, nigga

Deee]
Yeah it's the genius of the
Known to sleep a quick
So watch how ya' bump speakin' on the wrist
I drew the diagram how to the game
hesitated when it came to blasting thangs
From the knuckle shoes when we lock and strap
I'm a real rider you can drop the act
I got stripes and from a life at war
Twice as hard, as niggas claim they sheisty
Criminal, lay 'em down for stacks and sacks
For the mic, to trife with the mass and gats
Do or die, to survive from my of birth
Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I the hearse
It's going down, Dogghouse style
And fuck Death Row, take 'em out
We got the whole rap bangin' now (C--RIP!!)
What you motherfuckers think this game's

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[Mixmaster
Oh, good evening Topp Dogg I'm so glad here
All the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the
I'm not Dr. Jekyll nor Mr.
Whoever told you that, they you a lie
You been a and a waitin', as I can see
So treat me the pope and bow to your knees
Oh the genius on the mic is again
So get on the phone and go tell a
I been a waitin' for a while as you all
And now I'm back on the mic doggin' the
I got platinum 'round my neck, that will fade
The of the chain's Mixmaster Spade
A sure shot, body
A c'mon everybody get to rock
A sure shot, rockin'
A everybody..............

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