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lirik lagu house shoes – snoop dogg

dogghouse
gimme some of that g sh-t goldie loc
yeah, that’s what i’m talkin’ ’bout
yeah, check this out y’all, uh huh, huh

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
’cause the n-gg-s i f-ck with, they all about the cabbage

down in yellow brick road my destination, the dogghouse
toastin’ remys, fillin’ jimmies, we goin’ all out
lookin’ for the wizard, creepin’ through the fog
got some bad -ss b-tches, headed to the player’s ball

they gon’ be strippin’ and wigglin’ -ss
hope you brought your playa p-ss
tray deee, goldie half dead, the twins blaze sacks
bigger than big everyday in l.a.
4 tay representin’ for the whole d-mn yae, beeyotch

dogghouse, turnin’ it out and if you ain’t dope
you gots to get, the f-ck out, that’s on the o g d p
(say what)
and that’s how it is when you f-ckin’ with 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 with 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 dog 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 sh-t 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 n-gg-s is fightin’
this bomb, i’m likin’

holla at my folks, i know up in the complex
n-gg- 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 n-gg-s super laced
how we like it, saggin’ in my 5 0 1
killin’ my lungs, keepin’ these homies and b-tches on one

man, i got warrants, bad tax, still sayin’ f-ck it
headed up to dogghouse swervin’ in a bucket
puffin’ on some bomb from my comrade blue
and got my little b-tch, catch a contact too

house shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on
swoopin’ to some soopafly, gettin’ my smoke on
n-gg- 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 sh-t that n-gg-s lovin’
thuggin’ at the house party, f-ck goin’ clubbin’

let me hear you say pimps, banks, hustlers
let’s all get the money then murder these motherf-ckers
c-cksuckers, they can’t stop us, now put up your choppers
just in case they rollin’ with them coppers

i shut ’em down, doggpound for them b-tches
i be seein’ you with snitches every time, i’m hittin’ switches
ice skatin’ over ditches
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 dog dirty red
but this hoe won’t let me know, which way to go, i’m movin’ slow

my chucks only come with a hundred miles of walkin’
hundred miles of runnin’, smellin’ funny and i’m gunnin’ n-gg-
doggpound gangsta crip for life
and we gon’ party in this motherf-cker all d-mn night

- snoop dogg

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