Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song House Shoes, artist - Snoop Dogg. Album song More Malice, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.03.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
House Shoes |
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 |