Snoop Dogg - Dogghouse In Your Mouth lyrics

(feat. Kurupt, Soopafly, RBX,Suga Free & others) [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 s**as n***a I came from a long line of playas that ain't scared of NAR' ONE OF Y'ALL MOTHERfu*kERS!! I see these n***as wanna see me catch a case and get struck out But I'm laughin', 'bout to knock they a** the f** out b**h quit actin' like a stuck up clown That's why yo raggety-a** attitude is f**ed up now Suga Freeeeee......hahaha b**h swingin' on my dick sayin WEEEEE! The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like mackin' tonight (aight) Now them 70 n***as? 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, sh** 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 b**h like the charcoal Am I a star? NO Ya' in my car? NO My name is Soopafly, b**h so ya' all know Now heffer don't act stupid, cuz y'know who I am The n***a quick to talk sh** and don't give a damn I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram I pimp across the land Better read ya' motherf**in' 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 b**hes singin' the rest We blastin' motherf**ers, run up and come test Better, hide yo chest and fasten yo vest No bullsh**, take yo b**hes so quick and so fast (so fast) f** wit' us I'll put a foot up yo a** [Ruff Dogg] Collect calls from the pen, so I catch it in the kitchen The homie say, send him naked pictures of b**hes And if they talkin' backwards, he'll have a homie's jackup That n***a f**ed Pat up, f** havin' a homies tack up We slap hoes that step on toes of our DaDa's and ask them n***as in the Source Awards when I caught them while y'all was pacin', the homies was bringin' up situations Eliminating fake n***as while I'm paper chasin' [Chorus] [Snoop and Kokane] Dogghouse (woof) in ya mouth (we'll make you go away) [Repeat 4X] [Kurupt] Yeah n***a, Dogghouse, this Kurupt b**h, yeah OK, let the homies spray the K Dippin hittin' switches bouncin' over ditches Callicodes collapse n***as, perhaps n***as Trap or dap and clap n***as, I'M YOUNG GOTTSTRA Put it up, pistols might sizzle a n***a For shizzle my n***a Kurizzle was nizzle my n***a LIke a b**h 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 n***as like fries And seperate them by 5's, and light up the skies Crip that D.P., K-U-R-U-P-T Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth Dogghouse gangstas (woof, woof, woof, woof) Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth, ya b**h [RBX] Like this, for the sake of the game b**h n***a jaw-jackin' get ?blasted? out the frame Let them punk punk you up You jumped up and got stomped the f** down, what now? Showdown, got your three ring circus Bozo's cannot work or see the tears of a clown Listen nit wit, you can't get wit try to sit wit, and get yo sh** split quick If you wanna say the word is bond word is bond, then, I attack like ninja hunter You rhyme soft like the other Hunter Heather Hunter, fake a g**n fronter Capital D to the O-G-G Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh b**h if ya didn't know Long Beach City dirty like THE SOUTH! [King Lou] ?Wit Suga Free in? I'm in this motherf**er leanin' I'm quick to do it umm, meant to do it Stayed on my toes like the n***a pimpin', watching the corner Much love to my n***as rippin', in California Doin it big with my n***a Bad, these n***as mad At the 2001 Benz, guzzlin' Henn It's Dogghouse and we all in, ballin' Goldie got a couple of hoes hoppin' out the Rolls, we chillin [Goldie Loc] I came in bangin dub ?minutes? (20 minutes) All my n***as know I ain't no motherf**ing gimp I get down damn, runnin' from damn town Dogghouse n***a, Dogg Pound bound How you motherf**ers like me now when I do it like Bust on the microphone, cuss on the microphone? Yeah this n***a like Tracy, Tray Deee Bang his a**, slap his a** in the striz-neet Catch him wit the headlock, pistol whippin' wit the glock Lil' Goldie Loc about to set up shop These motherf**ers don't like me anyway sh**, I ain't got nothing to say, wit no time to play What these motherf**ers thought I was about? When I bust this b**h i put my dick in her mouth Now all them n***as got something to say But I'ma tell 'em Lil' Goldie don't play, n***a [Tray Deee] Yeah it's the genius of the click Known to sleep a n***a quick So watch how ya' gums bump speakin' on the wrist I drew the diagram how to mash the game Never hesitated when it came to blasting thangs From the knuckle shoes buckle when we lock and strap I'm a real rider n***a you can drop the act I got stripes and bars from a life at war Twice as hard, as n***as claim they sheisty y'all Criminal, lay 'em down for their stacks and sacks For the mic, used to trife with the ma** and gats Do or die, to survive from my time of birth Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I ride the hearse It's going down, Dogghouse gangsta style And f** d**h Row, we'll take 'em out We got the whole rap game bangin' now (C--RIP!!) What you motherf**ers think this game's about? [Chorus] [Repeat 8x] [Mixmaster Spade] Oh, good evening Topp Dogg I'm so glad you're here All the b**hes in the front, the gangsters in the rear I'm not Dr. Jekyll nor Mr. Hyde Whoever told you that, they told you a lie You been a waitin' and a waitin', as I can see So treat me like the pope and bow to your knees Oh the genius on the mic is back again So get on the phone and go tell a friend I been a waitin' for a while as you all know And now I'm back on the mic doggin' the show I got platinum 'round my neck, that will never fade The name of the chain's Mixmaster Spade A sure shot, body rockin' A c'mon everybody get ready to rock A sure shot, body rockin' A c'mon everybody.............. [Chorus] [Repeat 4x]