Tha Eastsidaz
Dogghouse in Your Mouth
Songwriters: Broadus, Calvin; Brooks, Joseph; Brown, Ricardo; Collins, Eric; Davenport, Louis; Davis, Tracey; Hall, Ruffian; Long, Jerry Buddy; Spillmann, Keiwan Dashawn; Troutman, Roger; Walker, Dujuan; Williams, FrankThe call me Honcho, I like to sparkle
Doin' it big with my nigga bad, these niggas mad
And keep it clean and stay oh, so mean
I got platinum 'round my neck that will never fade
Shit, I ain't got nothing to say, wit no time to play
Dippin', hittin' switches bouncin' over ditches
A c'mon everybody
Dogghouse in ya mouth
Like a bitch or a busta, bust a, four fizzle
And if they talkin' backwards, he'll have a homie's jack up
Much love to my niggas rippin' in California
Snoop Dogg told me that
You been a waitin' and a waitin' as I can see
Now blow me back while I'm pimpin' on this funky track
I drew the diagram how to mash the game
Twice as hard, as niggas claim they sheisty y'all
(We'll make you go away)
What you motherfuckers think this game's about?
'Cuz if I bought me somethin' to eat, shit
For the mic, used to trife with the mass and gats
From the knuckle shoes buckle when we lock and strap
But I'ma tell 'em Lil' Goldie don't play, nigga
I bought you somethin' too, what's mine is yours
I'm 'bout to barbecue a bitch like the charcoal
It's Dogghouse and we all in, ballin'
Dogghouse in ya mouth
Who you thought we was? Temperatures might rise
(We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse in ya mouth
Am I a star? No, ya' in my car? No
We'll make you go away)
Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I ride the hearse
(Aight)
Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'm young gottstra
Dogghouse gangstas
(Twenty minutes)
Dogghouse in ya mouth
When I caught them while y'all was pacin', the homies
Walkin' wit my head down, straight, dependin' on y'all
Dogghouse in ya mouth
Let them punk, punk you up
The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like mackin' tonight
I'm not Dr. Jekyll nor Mr. Hyde
Bitch nigga jaw jackin', get blasted out the frame
Dogghouse in ya mouth
Better, hide yo chest and fasten yo vest
No bullshit, take yo bitches so quick and so fast
So get on the phone and go tell a friend
Dogghouse nigga, Dogg Pound, bound
Long Beach City dirty like the south
Yeah, it's the genius of the click
That's why yo raggety ass attitude is fucked up now
The nigga quick to talk shit and don't give a damn
And now I'm back on the mic doggin' the show
We got the whole rap game bangin' now
Dogghouse in ya mouth
But I'm laughin' 'bout to knock they ass the fuck out
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth, ya bitch
It's going down, Dogghouse gangsta style
Capital D to the OGG
Dogghouse in ya mouth
At the 2001 Benz, guzzlin' Henn
Like this, for the sake of the game
Dogghouse in ya mouth
Dogghouse in ya mouth
And ask them niggas in the Source Awards
Surface the air miss wit a homie, wait for the whistle
Cannot work or see the tears of a clown
You jumped up and got stomped the fuck down, what now?
Suga Free, bitch swingin' on my dick sayin', wee
Goldie got a couple of hoes hoppin' out the Rolls, we chillin'
Catch him wit the headlock, pistol whippin' wit the glock
Oh bitch, if ya didn't know
I'm quick to do it, umm, meant to do it
Capital HOUSE in ya mouth
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
We blastin' motherfuckers, run up and come test
When I bust this bitch I put my dick in her mouth
Bang ES, we givin' it up, got the bitches singin' the rest
Nigga, I came from a long line of playas
Dogghouse in ya mouth
Bang his ass, slap his ass in the striz neet
But now you'd rather bring me down and see me fall
Dogghouse in ya mouth
Now all them niggas got something to say
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth
(We'll make you go away)
That nigga fucked Pat up, fuck havin' a homies tack up
A c'mon everybody get ready to rock
Oh, good evening Topp Dogg I'm so glad you're here
Dogghouse in ya mouth
Okay, let the homies spray the K
All my niggas know, I ain't no motherfucking gimp
I told Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
Oh the genius on the mic is back again
Fuck wit' us, I'll put a foot up yo ass
Do or die to survive from my time of birth
Yeah this nigga like Tracy, Tray Dee
And throw them off wit' these dirty gators
Dogghouse in ya mouth
Whoever told you that, they told you a lie
Was bringin' up situations, eliminating fake niggas while I'm paper chasin'
Bitch, quit actin' like a stuck up clown
Callicodes, collapse niggas, perhaps niggas
What is it? This for them, suckas
I got stripes and bars from a life at war
(So fast)
Heather Hunter, fake a gang bang fronter
The name of the chain's Mixmaster Spade
Now heffer don't act stupid, 'cuz y'know who I am
If you wanna say the word is bond
(We'll make you go away)
I get down damn, runnin' from damn town
So watch how ya' gums bump speakin' on the wrist
Dogghouse in ya mouth
Collect calls from the pen so I catch it in the kitchen
And fuck death row, we'll take 'em out
(We'll make you go away)
I'm a real rider nigga you can drop the act
See time was torn
The homie say, send him naked pictures of bitches
We slap hoes that step on toes of our dada's
Listen nit wit, you can't get wit
Put it up, pistols might sizzle a nigga
Known to sleep a nigga quick
(Woof, woof, woof, woof)
So rough, so tough
Never hesitated when it came to blasting thangs
A sure shot, a body rockin'
Criminal, lay 'em down for their stacks and sacks
(We'll make you go away)
How you motherfuckers like me now when I do it like?
These motherfuckers don't like me anyway
Word is bond then I attack like ninja hunter
So treat me like the pope and bow to your knees
(Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, this Kurupt bitch, yeah
Crip that D P, KURUPT
Before everybody feel the fire from the five's
Showdown, got your three ring circus Bozo's
Try to sit, wit, and get yo shit split quick
A sure shot, a body rockin'
I came in bangin' dub, minutes
You rhyme soft like the other hunter
Bust on the microphone, 'cuss on the microphone
I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram
(We'll make you go away)
Wit Suga Free in, I'm in this motherfucker leanin'
That's why I play the role, keep control
My name is Soopafly, bitch so ya' all know
I pimp across the land, better read ya' motherfuckin' press telegram
(We'll make you go away)
Now them seventy niggas? Thirty gon' hate us
(We'll make you go away)
Stayed on my toes like the nigga pimpin', watching the corner
All the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the rear
(We'll make you go away)
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
What these motherfuckers thought I was about?
For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my nigga
I been a waitin' for a while as you all know
Dogghouse in ya mouth
Lil' Goldie Loc about to set up shop


