| Dogghouse
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| Gimme some of that g shit goldie loc
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| Yeah, that’s what i’m talkin 'bout
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| Yeah, check this out y’all, uh huh huh
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| Hook 2x: snoop dogg
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| We got snoop dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy tray-deee
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| Waniac, trip loc and goldie, 4 tay from the bay, what you say
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| What you say, huh? |
| (we do this like everyday)
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| Did ya get the dank, did ya get the dank?
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| Yeah i got the dank, you got the gas in the tank?
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| V.i.p. |
| status, don’t need an apparatus
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| Cuz the niggas i fuck wit, they all about the cabbage
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| Down in yellobrick road my destination, the dogghouse
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| Toastin remys, fillin’jimmies, we goin all out
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| Lookin for the wizard, creepin through the fog
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| Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player’s ball
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| They gon be strippin and wigglin ass
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| Hope you brought your playa pass
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| Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the twins blaze sacks
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| Bigger than big everyday in l.a.
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| 4 tay representin for the whole damn yae, beeyotch
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| 2nd hook: snoop dogg
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| Dogghouse, turnin it out, and if you aint dope you gots to get
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| The fuck out, that’s on the o g d p, (say what)
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| And that’s how it is when you fuckin wit me Don’t matter how you come, use all angles
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| Ties become tangled when the cutthroat strangles
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| My hookup, long rangers
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| Better float like a nationwide sky pager
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| Them hoes save us, talk about bein playas
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| On the real we can deal wit you playa haters
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| We hit the spot, every city got a block
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| What you makin when you take it to a different type of level that it pops
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| Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady bangin
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| Hoes steady sangin from the gang that we claimin
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| Yo, it’s waniac, the maniac, trip loc won’t you spit that rap
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| Park my shit and jump out, i’m at the homies spot
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| To see if he floatin with me up to the dogghouse
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| Hit the weed he lightin, outside little niggas is fightin
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| This bomb, i’m likin
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| Holla at my folks i know up in the complex
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| Nigga ready to ride as soon as he get dressed
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| Now we ready to roll, hit the store, then the carpool lane
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| Once again it’s on, big chiefin
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| Remind me of the noisiest place
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| Ladies all over the place, and niggas super laced
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| How we like it, saggin in my 5 0 1
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| Killin my lungs, keepin these homies and bitches on one
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| Hook 2x
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| Man i got warrants, bad tax, still sayin fuck it Headed up to dogghouse swervin in a bucket
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| Puffin on some bomb from my comrade blue
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| And got my little bitch catch a contact too
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| 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
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| Bout to set it off bet it’s off the hook
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| Straight crooks, gettin money off the books
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| Makin nothin but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin
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| Thuggin at the house party, fuck goin clubbin
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| 2nd hook
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| Let me hear you say pimps, banks, hustlers
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| Let’s all get the money then murder these motherfuckers
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| Cocksuckers, they can’t stop us Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin wit them coppers
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| I shut em down, doggpound for them bitches
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| I be seein you with snitches everytime i’m hittin switches
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| Ice skatin over dicthes
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| I’m true to the game, plus i’m out to get them riches
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| I be mobbin down the road tryin to bag up my bags
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| I’m saggin so hard i’m tearin up the back of my khakis
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| I’m tryin to reach my dogg dirty red
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| But this hoe won’t let me know, which way to go
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| I’m movin slow
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| My chucks only come wit a hundred miles of walkin
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| Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and i’m gunnin nigga
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| Doggpound gangsta crip for life
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| And we gon party in this motherfucker all damn night
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| Hook 2x |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song House Shoes , by - Snoop Dogg. Song from the album More Malice, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп