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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

What this here? This for them suckas

Nigga I came from a long line of playas

That ain’t scared of not one of y’all mothafuckas!!!

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 Freee… hahaha

Bitch swingin' on my dick sayin weee!!!

The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like mackin' tonight (aight)

Now out of 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

Cause 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

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 ho run, man that ho 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

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 daughters

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'

Dogghouse (woof!!!) in ya mouth (we'll make you go away)

Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, this Kurupt ya bitch, yeah

OK, let the homies spray the K

Dippin hittin' switches bouncin' over ditches

Callicoes 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

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!

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

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

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?

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 on 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…