[Snoop Dogg]
1998, Dogghouse Records steps on the scene
Unlike any other record label, we plan to get green
And keep it clean, and stay oh so mean
So rough so tough, haha
[Suga Free]
What his here? This for them suckas
Nigga I came from a long line of playas
That ain’t scared of NAR’ ONE OF Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!!
I see these niggas wanna see me catch a case and get struck out
But I’m laughin’, ’bout to knock they ass the fuck out
Bitch quit actin’ like a stuck up clown
That’s why yo raggety-ass attitude is fucked up now
Suga Freeeeee……hahaha
Bitch swingin’ on my dick sayin WEEEEE!
The pimpin’ is crackin’ so I feel like mackin’ tonight (aight)
Now them 70 niggas? 30 gon’ hate us
That’s why I play the role, keep control
And throw them off wit’ these dirty gators
See time was torn
Cuz if I bought me somethin’ to eat, shit
I bought you somethin too, WHAT’S MINE IS YOURS!
BUT NOW?! You’d rather bring me down and see me fall
Walkin’ wit my head down straight dependin’ on y’all
[Soopafly]
The call me Honcho
I like to Spark-le
I’m ’bout to barbecue a bitch like the charcoal
Am I a star? NO Ya’ in my car? NO
My name is Soopafly, bitch so ya’ all know
Now heffer don’t act stupid, cuz y’know who I am
The nigga quick to talk shit and don’t give a damn
I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I pimp across the land
Better read ya’ motherfuckin’ press telegram
Snoop Dogg told me that
Now blow me back while I’m pimpin on this funky track
Bang E.S. we givin’ it up got the bitches singin’ the rest
We blastin’ motherfuckers, run up and come test
Better, hide yo chest and fasten yo vest
No bullshit, take yo bitches so quick and so fast (so fast)
Fuck wit’ us I’ll put a foot up yo ass
[Ruff Dogg]
Collect calls from the pen, so I catch it in the kitchen
The homie say, send him naked pictures of bitches
And if they talkin’ backwards, he’ll have a homie’s jackup
That nigga fucked Pat up, fuck havin’ a homies tack up
We slap hoes that step on toes of our DaDa’s
And ask them niggas in the Source Awards when I caught them
While y’all was pacin’, the homies was bringin’ up situations
Eliminating fake niggas while I’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, yeah
OK, let the homies spray the K
Dippin hittin’ switches bouncin’ over ditches
Callicodes collapse niggas, perhaps niggas
Trap or dap and clap niggas, I’M YOUNG GOTTSTRA
Put it up, pistols might sizzle a nigga
For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my nigga
LIke a bitch or a busta, bust a, four fizzle
Surface the air miss wit a homie, wait for the whistle
Who you thought we was? Temperatures might rise
Before everybody feel the fire from the 5’s
I told Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And seperate them by 5’s, and light up the skies
Crip that D.P., K-U-R-U-P-T