| 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 |
| 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) |
| 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 |
| 'Cuz the niggas I fuck wit, they all about the cabbage |
| Down in yellobrick road my destination, the DoggHouse |
| Toastin' Remy’s, 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 play a pass |
| Tray Dee, Goldie half dead, the twins blaze sacks |
| Bigger than big everyday in L.A. |
| 4 Tay representin' for the whole damn yea, Beeyotch |
| DoggHouse, turnin' it out, and if you ain’t dope you got 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 |
| 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 being play as |
| On the real we can deal wit you play a haters |
| We hit the spot, every city got a block |
| What you making when you take it to a different type of level that it pops |
| Know the Dogg keep the hip rocks, steady banging |
| Hoes steady sang in from the gang that we claiming |
| Yo, it’s Waniac, the maniac |
| Trip Loc, won’t you spit that rap? |
| 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, keeping these homies and bitches on one |
| 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 every day) |
| 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 every day) |
| Man I got warrants, bad tax, still saying fuck it |
| Headed up to DoggHouse swerving 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 |
| Swooping to some Soopafly, getting 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, getting money off the books |
| Making nothing but that gangsta shit that niggas loving |
| Thuggin' at the house party, fuck goin' clubbin' |
| DoggHouse, turnin' it out, and if you ain’t dope you got 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 |
| 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 rolling wit them coppers |
| I shut 'em down, Dogg Pound for them bitches |
| I be seeing you with snitches every time I’m hitting switches |
| Ice skating over ditches |
| I’m true to the game, plus I’m out to get them riches |
| I be mobbing down the road trying to bag up my bags |
| I’m saggin so hard I’m tearing up the back of my khakis |
| I’m trying to reach my Dogg Dirty Red |
| But this hoe won’t let me know, which way to go |
| I’m moving slow |
| My chucks only come wit a hundred miles of walking |
| Hundred miles of running smelling funny and I’m gunning nigga |
| Dogg Pound gangsta crip for life |
| And we gon party in this motherfucker all damn night |
| 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) |
| 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) |