Dogghouse Lyrics - Rappin' 4-tay

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) 

[Rappin' 4-Tay] 

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 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 

[Waniac] 

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 

[Trip Loc] 

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 

[Tray Deee] 

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 

[Goldie Loc] 

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