Snoop Dogg - House Shoes lyrics

Dogghouse Gimme some of that g sh** 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) 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 n***as I f** with, 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 a** b**hes, headed to the player's ball They gon be strippin and wigglin a** Hope you brought your playa pa** 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 Dogghouse, turnin it out, and if you ain't dope you gots to get The f** out, that's on the o g d p, (say what) And that's how it is when you f**in with 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 bein playas On the real we can deal with 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 Park my sh** 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 n***as is fightin This bomb, I'm likin Holla at my folks I know up in the complex n***a 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 n***as super laced How we like it, saggin in my 5 0 1 k**in my lungs, keepin these homies and b**hes on one Man I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin f** it Headed up to dogghouse swervin in a bucket Puffin on some bomb from my comrade blue And got my little b**h catch a contact too House shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on Swoopin to some soopafly, gettin my smoke on n***a 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 sh** that n***as lovin Thuggin at the house party, f** goin clubbin Let me hear you say pimps, banks, hustlers Let's all get the money then murder these motherf**ers co*ks**ers, they can't stop us Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin with them coppers I shut em down, doggpound for them b**hes 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 with a hundred miles of walkin Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and I'm gunnin n***a Doggpound gangsta crip for life And we gon party in this motherf**er all damn night