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tha eastsidaz - duces 'n trayz... the old fashioned way lyrics

[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
n-gga i came from a long line of playas
that ain’t scared of nar’ one of y’all motherf-ckers!!
i see these n-ggas wanna see me catch a case and get struck out
but i’m laughin’, ’bout to knock they -ss the f-ck out
b-tch quit actin’ like a stuck up clown
that’s why yo raggety–ss att-tude is f-cked up now
suga freeeeee……hahaha
b-tch swingin’ on my d-ck sayin weeeee!
the pimpin’ is crackin’ so i feel like mackin’ tonight (aight)
now them 70 n-ggas? 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, sh-t
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 b-tch like the charcoal
am i a star? no ya’ in my car? no
my name is soopafly, b-tch so ya’ all know
now heffer don’t act stupid, cuz y’know who i am
the n-gga quick to talk sh-t and don’t give a d-mn
i tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram
i pimp across the land
better read ya’ motherf-ckin’ 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 b-tches singin’ the rest
we blastin’ motherf-ckers, run up and come test
better, hide yo chest and fasten yo vest
no bullsh-t, take yo b-tches so quick and so fast(so fast)
f-ck wit’ us i’ll put a foot up yo -ss

[ruff dogg]
collect calls from the pen, so i catch it in the kitchen
the homie say, send him naked pictures of b-tches
and if they talkin’ backwards, he’ll have a homie’s jackup
that n-gga f-cked pat up, f-ck havin’ a homies tack up
we slap hoes that step on toes of our dada’s
and ask them n-ggas in the source awards when i caught them
while y’all was pacin’, the homies was bringin’ up situations
eliminating fake n-ggas while i’m paper chasin’

[chorus]

[snoop and kokane]
dogghouse (woof) in ya mouth (we’ll make you go away)
repeat 4x

[kurupt]
yeah n-gga, dogghouse, this kurupt b-tch, yeah

ok, let the homies spray the k
dippin hittin’ switches bouncin’ over ditches
callicodes collapse n-ggas, perhaps n-ggas
trap or dap and clap n-ggas, i’m young gottstra
put it up, pistols might sizzle a n-gga
for shizzle my n-gga kurizzle was nizzle my n-gga
like a b-tch 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 n-ggas 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 d-ck in yo mouth
dogghouse gangstas (woof, woof, woof, woof)
dippin’ and i’m out, put a d-ck in yo mouth, ya b-tch

[rbx]
like this, for the sake of the game
b-tch n-gga jaw-jackin’ get ?blasted? out the frame
let them punk punk you up
you jumped up and got stomped the f-ck 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 sh-t 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 g-ngb-ng fronter
capital d to the o-g-g
capital h-o-u-s-e in ya mouth, oh b-tch if ya didn’t know
long beach city dirty like the south!

[king lou]
?wit suga free in? i’m in this motherf-cker leanin’
i’m quick to do it umm, meant to do it
stayed on my toes like the n-gga pimpin’, watching the corner
much love to my n-ggas rippin’, in california
doin it big with my n-gga bad, these n-ggas 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 n-ggas know i ain’t no motherf-cking gimp
i get down d-mn, runnin’ from d-mn town
dogghouse n-gga, dogg pound bound
how you motherf-ckers like me now when i do it like
bust on the microphone, cuss on the microphone?
yeah this n-gga like tracy, tray deee
bang his -ss, slap his -ss in the striz-neet
catch him wit the headlock, pistol whippin’ wit the glock
lil’ goldie loc about to set up shop
these motherf-ckers don’t like me anyway
sh-t, i ain’t got nothing to say, wit no time to play
what these motherf-ckers thought i was about?
when i bust this b-tch i put my d-ck in her mouth
now all them n-ggas got something to say
but i’ma tell ’em lil’ goldie don’t play, n-gga

[tray deee]
yeah it’s the g*nius of the cl!ck
known to sleep a n-gga 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 n-gga you can drop the act
i got stripes and bars from a life at war
twice as hard, as n-ggas claim they sheisty y’all
criminal, lay ’em down for their stacks and sacks
for the mic, used to trife with the m-ss and gats
do or die, to survive from my time of birth
then i’m out for gettin’ mine till i ride the he-rs-
it’s going down, dogghouse gangsta style
and f-ck death row, we’ll take ’em out
we got the whole rap game bangin’ now (c–rip!!)
what you motherf-ckers think this game’s about?

[chorus]
repeat 8x

[mixmaster spade]
oh, good evening topp dogg i’m so glad you’re here
all the b-tches 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 g*nius 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 d-gg-n’ 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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