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Текст (слова) песни: Tha Eastsidaz f Kurupt, Soopafly, RBX, S - Duces `N Trayz... The Old Fashioned WayTyped by: DonCapOneX84@aol.com
[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 suckas Nigga I came from a long line of playas 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 But I`m laughin`, `bout to knock they ass the fuck out Bitch quit actin` like a stuck up clown That`s why yo raggety-ass attitude is fucked up now Suga Freeeeee......hahaha Bitch swingin` on my dick sayin WEEEEE! The pimpin` is crackin` so I feel like mackin` tonight (aight) Now them 70 niggas? 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, shit 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 bitch like the charcoal Am I a star? NO Ya` in my car? NO My name is Soopafly, bitch so ya` all know Now heffer don`t act stupid, cuz y`know who I am The nigga quick to talk shit and don`t give a damn I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram I pimp across the land Better read ya` motherfuckin` 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 bitches singin` the rest We blastin` motherfuckers, run up and come test Better, hide yo chest and fasten yo vest No bullshit, take yo bitches so quick and so fast(so fast) Fuck wit` us I`ll put a foot up yo ass [Ruff Dogg] Collect calls from the pen, so I catch it in the kitchen The homie say, send him naked pictures of bitches And if they talkin` backwards, he`ll have a homie`s jackup That nigga fucked Pat up, fuck havin` a homies tack up We slap hoes that step on toes of our DaDa`s and ask them niggas in the Source Awards when I caught them while y`all was pacin`, the homies was bringin` up situations Eliminating fake niggas while I`m paper chasin` [Chorus] [Snoop and Kokane] Dogghouse (woof) in ya mouth (we`ll make you go away) Repeat 4X [Kurupt] Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, this Kurupt bitch, yeah OK, let the homies spray the K Dippin hittin` switches bouncin` over ditches Callicodes collapse niggas, perhaps niggas Trap or dap and clap niggas, I`M YOUNG GOTTSTRA Put it up, pistols might sizzle a nigga For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my nigga LIke a bitch 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 niggas 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 bitch [RBX] Like this, for the sake of the game Bitch nigga jaw-jackin` get ?blasted? out the frame Let them punk punk you up You jumped up and got stomped the fuck 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 shit 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 gangbang fronter Capital D to the O-G-G Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya didn`t know Long Beach City dirty like THE SOUTH! [King Lou] ?Wit Suga Free in? I`m in this motherfucker leanin` I`m quick to do it umm, meant to do it Stayed on my toes like the nigga pimpin`, watching the corner Much love to my niggas rippin`, in California Doin it big with my nigga Bad, these niggas 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 niggas know I ain`t no motherfucking gimp I get down damn, runnin` from damn town Dogghouse nigga, Dogg Pound bound How you motherfuckers like me now when I do it like Bust on the microphone, cuss on the microphone? Yeah this nigga like Tracy, Tray Deee Bang his ass, slap his ass in the striz-neet Catch him wit the headlock, pistol whippin` wit the glock Lil` Goldie Loc about to set up shop These motherfuckers don`t like me anyway Shit, I ain`t got nothing to say, wit no time to play What these motherfuckers thought I was about? When I bust this bitch i put my dick in her mouth Now all them niggas got something to say But I`ma tell `em Lil` Goldie don`t play, nigga [Tray Deee] Yeah it`s the genius of the click Known to sleep a nigga 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 nigga you can drop the act I got stripes and bars from a life at war Twice as hard, as niggas claim they sheisty y`all Criminal, lay `em down for their stacks and sacks For the mic, used to trife with the mass 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 fuck Death Row, we`ll take `em out We got the whole rap game bangin` now (C--RIP!!) What you motherfuckers think this game`s about? [Chorus] Repeat 8x [Mixmaster Spade] Oh, good evening Topp Dogg I`m so glad you`re here All the bitches 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
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