Dogghouse lyrics

Artist  : Tha Eastsidaz 
Song : Dogghouse



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 [Feat. Rappin' 4-Tay, Tha
Locs]

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

HOOK 2X: Snoop Dogg
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?
(we do this like everyday)

[Rappin'
4-Tay]
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
Cuz the niggas I fuck wit, 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

2ND HOOK: Snoop Dogg
DoggHouse,
turnin it out, and if you aint dope you gots to
get
The fuck out, that's on the O G D P, (say
what)
And that's how it is when you fuckin wit
me

[Waniac]
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 wit 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

[Trip Loc]
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

HOOK 2X

[Tray
Deee]
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

2ND HOOK

[Goldie
Loc]
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 wit 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 wit 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

HOOK 2X