Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dogghouse , by - Snoop Dogg. Release date: 25.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dogghouse |
| 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) |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |