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snoop dogg & tha dogg pound - house party lyrics

[intro: kurupt]
yeah, let me hit that
i mean, i can’t help it if your game isn’t up to par, young player

[verse 1: kurupt]
is this house party or a funeral?
we turn a house party to a funeral
we earth, wind & fire, young philip bailey
that weak game will get you played like a ukulele
i’m at the finish line, my rhyme’ll drive ’em crazy
i got a .9, a .380 live as m+80
i’m too g for you suckers, custard slangin’ mustard
if you get outta line, then you’s a stupid motherf+cker
daz said “f+ck ’em” (f+ck), snoopy said “buck ’em” (f+ck)
soopa said “get his b+tch,” spanky, roll a kush spliff
daz said “f+ck ’em” (f+ck), snoopy said “buck ’em” (f+ck)
soopa said “get his b+tch,” spanky, roll a kush spliff
high times

[verse 2: snoop dogg | kurupt]
music to get you murdеred, so shut your trap
real gangsta sh+t, just like that
woo+wop, thе boo+bop is back
mollywhopped and pop rock the sack
are you temp ref? is this a simp fest?
the ganja blowin’ up my pimp chest, haha
weight of the rhyme, n+gga
yeah, my life is high times
if i do something to ya, please believe that it’s done
from the hands to the shoulders, from a knife to the gun
run if you want, in the light to the sun
he got guns ’cause we see the ones
and that’s just the way tha dogg pound get at cha
gave you a pass, i really shoulda been at cha
back on my g sh+t, c+c+c+crip
my n+gga, you might get seasick
deezip the lizzac, re+whip the rezack
if rap play out, i guess i’m back to selling creezack
and jack and smackin’ you up
you bustas can’t f+ck with us, can’t f+ck with us
is this a house party or a funeral?
we turn a house party into a funeral
yeah, let it ride
my life is high times
(high times)
[verse 3: daz dillinger]
say it how you want it (want it), say it how it is (is)
the d+o+g’s is back, oh yeah, we back handlin’ biz
we f+ck ’em up then fold ’em up, suckers on the regular
we ahead of the game, eatin’ up all competitors
break ’em down, we beat ’em down, we stomp ’em up, you know we clown
we put it down, n+gga, it ain’t nothin’ but tha dogg pound
i’m on my 200th blunt, blowin’ and smokin’
my low pro’s on my low+low, yeah, my n+gga, yeah, i’m rollin’
yeah, i’m swervin’ like i’m old school from corner to corner
pop up on your b+tch ass, so yo, what’s happenin’? who want it?
oh yeah, n+gga, you know you know you don’t want none
any n+gga want some, get it, come come
i ain’t afraid to c+ck the gat in my pocket
connect to left to right, n+gga, i west coast poplock
the clip like a centipede, this how you represent that dpgc (gc)
is this a house party or a funeral?
we turn a house party into a funeral
they thought it was a 12 gauge with the impact of the boom
n+gga, laid on out, that’s what it do to you, high times

[outro: kurupt]
high times, high times, n+gga
is this a house party or a funeral?
we turn a house party into a funeral
daz said “f+ck ’em,” snoopy said “buck ’em”
soopa said “get his b+tch,” spanky, roll a kush spliff
spanky, roll a kush spliff
spanky, roll a kush spliff

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