Dogghouse In Your Mouth

[Snoop dogg]1998, dogghouse records steps on the sceneUnlike any other record label, we plan to get greenAnd keep it clean, and stay oh so meanSo rough so tough, haha[suga free]What his here? This for them suckasNigga ı came from a long line of playasThat ain't scared of nar' one of y'all motherfuckers!!I see these niggas wanna see me catch a case and get struck outBut ı'm laughin', 'bout to knock they ass the fuck outBitch quit actin' like a stuck up clownThat's why yo raggety-ass attitude is fucked up nowSuga freeeeee......hahahaBitch swingin' on my dick sayin weeeee!The pimpin' is crackin' so ı feel like mackin' tonight (aight)Now them 70 niggas? 30 gon' hate usThat's why ı play the role, keep controlAnd throw them off wit' these dirty gatorsSee time was tornCuz if ı bought me somethin' to eat, shitI bought you somethin too, what's mıne ıs yours!But now?! You'd rather bring me down and see me fallWalkin' wit my head down straight dependin' on y'all[soopafly]The call me honchoI like to spark-leI'm 'bout to barbecue a bitch like the charcoalAm ı a star? No ya' in my car? NoMy name is soopafly, bitch so ya' all knowNow heffer don't act stupid, cuz y'know who ı amThe nigga quick to talk shit and don't give a damnI tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scramI pimp across the landBetter read ya' motherfuckin' press telegramSnoop dogg told me thatNow blow me back while ı'm pimpin on this funky trackBang e.s. We givin' it up got the bitches singin' the restWe blastin' motherfuckers, run up and come testBetter, hide yo chest and fasten yo vestNo bullshit, take yo bitches so quick and so fast (so fast)Fuck wit' us ı'll put a foot up yo ass[ruff dogg]Collect calls from the pen, so ı catch it in the kitchenThe homie say, send him naked pictures of bitchesAnd if they talkin' backwards, he'll have a homie's jackupThat nigga fucked pat up, fuck havin' a homies tack upWe slap hoes that step on toes of our dada'sAnd ask them niggas in the source awards when ı caught themWhile y'all was pacin', the homies was bringin' up situationsEliminating fake niggas while ı'm paper chasin[chorus][snoop and kokane]Dogghouse (woof) in ya mouth (we'll make you go away)[repeat 4x][kurupt]Yeah nigga, dogghouse, this kurupt bitch, yeahOk, let the homies spray the kDippin hittin' switches bouncin' over ditchesCallicodes collapse niggas, perhaps niggasTrap or dap and clap niggas, ı'm young gottstraPut it up, pistols might sizzle a niggaFor shizzle my nigga kurizzle was nizzle my niggaLıke a bitch or a busta, bust a, four fizzleSurface the air miss wit a homie, wait for the whistleWho you thought we was? Temperatures might riseBefore everybody feel the fire from the 5'sI told daz we about to fry niggas like friesAnd seperate them by 5's, and light up the skiesCrip that d.p., k-u-r-u-p-tDippin' and ı'm out, put a dick in yo mouthDogghouse gangstas (woof, woof, woof, woof)Dippin' and ı'm out, put a dick in yo mouth, ya bitch[rbx]Like this, for the sake of the gameBitch nigga jaw-jackin' get ?blasted? Out the frameLet them punk punk you upYou jumped up and got stomped the fuck down, what now?Showdown, got your three ring circus bozo'sCannot work or see the tears of a clownListen nit wit, you can't get witTry to sit wit, and get yo shit split quickIf you wanna say the word is bondWord is bond, then, ı attack like ninja hunterYou rhyme soft like the other hunterHeather hunter, fake a gangbang fronterCapital d to the o-g-gCapital h-o-u-s-e in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya didn't knowLong beach city dirty like the south![king lou]?Wit suga free in? I'm in this motherfucker leaninı'm quick to do it umm, meant to do itStayed on my toes like the nigga pimpin', watching the cornerMuch love to my niggas rippin', in californiaDoin it big with my nigga bad, these niggas madAt the 2001 benz, guzzlin' hennIt's dogghouse and we all in, ballingoldie got a couple of hoes hoppin' out the rolls, we chillin[goldie loc]I came in bangin dub ?minutes? (20 minutes)All my niggas know ı ain't no motherfucking gimpI get down damn, runnin' from damn townDogghouse nigga, dogg pound boundHow you motherfuckers like me now when ı do it likeBust on the microphone, cuss on the microphone?Yeah this nigga like tracy, tray deeeBang his ass, slap his ass in the striz-neetCatch him wit the headlock, pistol whippin' wit the glockLil' goldie loc about to set up shopThese motherfuckers don't like me anywayShit, ı ain't got nothing to say, wit no time to playWhat these motherfuckers thought ı was about?When ı bust this bitch i put my dick in her mouthNow all them niggas got something to sayBut ı'ma tell 'em lil' goldie don't play, nigga[tray deee]Yeah it's the genius of the clickKnown to sleep a nigga quickSo watch how ya' gums bump speakin' on the wristI drew the diagram how to mash the gameNever hesitated when it came to blasting thangsFrom the knuckle shoes buckle when we lock and strapI'm a real rider nigga you can drop the actI got stripes and bars from a life at warTwice as hard, as niggas claim they sheisty y'allCriminal, lay 'em down for their stacks and sacksFor the mic, used to trife with the mass and gatsDo or die, to survive from my time of birthThen ı'm out for gettin' mine till ı ride the hearseIt's going down, dogghouse gangsta styleAnd fuck death row, we'll take 'em outWe got the whole rap game bangin' now (c--rıp!!)What you motherfuckers think this game's about?[chorus][repeat 8x][mixmaster spade]Oh, good evening topp dogg ı'm so glad you're hereAll the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the rearI'm not dr. Jekyll nor mr. HydeWhoever told you that, they told you a lieYou been a waitin' and a waitin', as ı can seeSo treat me like the pope and bow to your kneesOh the genius on the mic is back againSo get on the phone and go tell a friendI been a waitin' for a while as you all knowAnd now ı'm back on the mic doggin' the showI got platinum 'round my neck, that will never fadeThe name of the chain's mixmaster spadeA sure shot, body rockina c'mon everybody get ready to rockA sure shot, body rockina c'mon everybody..............[chorus][repeat 4x]