Dogg House
Snoop Dogg Lyrics


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Dogghouse
Gimme some of that G shit Goldie Loc
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin 'bout
Yeah, check this out y'all, uh huh huh

We got Snoop Dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy Tray-Deee
Waniac, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from the bay, what you say
What you say, huh? (we do this like everyday)
We got Snoop Dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy Tray-Deee
Waniac, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from the bay, what you say
What you say, huh? (we do this like everyday)

Did ya get the dank, did ya get the dank?
Yeah I got the dank, you got the gas in the tank?
V.I.P. status, don't need an apparatus
Cuz the niggas I fuck wit, they all about the cabbage
Down in yellobrick road my destination, the DoggHouse
Toastin Remys, fillin' jimmies, we goin all out
Lookin for the wizard, creepin through the fog
Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's ball
They gon be strippin and wigglin ass
Hope you brought your playa pass
Tray-Deee, Goldie half dead, the twins blaze sacks
Bigger than big everyday in L.A.
4 Tay representin for the whole damn yae, Beeyotch

DoggHouse, turnin it out, and if you aint dope you gots to get
The fuck out, that's on the O G D P, (say what)
And that's how it is when you fuckin wit me

Don't matter how you come, use all angles
Ties become tangled when the cutthroat strangles
My hookup, long rangers
Better float like a nationwide sky pager
Them hoes save us, talk about bein playas
On the real we can deal wit you playa haters
We hit the spot, every city got a block
What you makin when you take it to a different type of level that it pops
Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady bangin
Hoes steady sangin from the gang that we claimin
Yo, it's Waniac, the maniac, Trip Loc won't you spit that rap

Park my shit and jump out, I'm at the homies spot
To see if he floatin with me up to the DoggHouse
Hit the weed he lightin, outside little niggas is fightin
This bomb, I'm likin
Holla at my folks I know up in the complex
Nigga ready to ride as soon as he get dressed
Now we ready to roll, hit the store, then the carpool lane
Once again it's on, big chiefin
Remind me of the noisiest place
Ladies all over the place, and niggas super laced
How we like it, saggin in my 5 0 1
Killin my lungs, keepin these homies and bitches on one

We got Snoop Dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy Tray-Deee
Waniac, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from the bay, what you say
What you say, huh? (we do this like everyday)
We got Snoop Dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy Tray-Deee
Waniac, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from the bay, what you say
What you say, huh? (we do this like everyday)

Man I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin fuck it
Headed up to DoggHouse swervin in a bucket
Puffin on some bomb from my comrade Blue
And got my little bitch catch a contact too
House shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on
Swoopin to some Soopafly, gettin my smoke on
Nigga Goldie Loc got the heat on roast it
4 Tay on the way plus the twins is posted
Bout to set it off bet it's off the hook
Straight crooks, gettin money off the books
Makin nothin but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin
Thuggin at the house party, fuck goin clubbin

DoggHouse, turnin it out, and if you aint dope you gots to get
The fuck out, that's on the O G D P, (say what)
And that's how it is when you fuckin wit me

Let me hear you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Let's all get the money then murder these motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, they can't stop us
Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin wit them coppers
I shut em down, DoggPound for them bitches
I be seein you with snitches everytime I'm hittin switches
Ice skatin over dicthes
I'm true to the game, plus I'm out to get them riches
I be mobbin down the road tryin to bag up my bags
I'm saggin so hard I'm tearin up the back of my khakis
I'm tryin to reach my dogg Dirty Red
But this hoe won't let me know, which way to go
I'm movin slow
My chucks only come wit a hundred miles of walkin
Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and I'm gunnin nigga
DoggPound gangsta crip for life
And we gon party in this motherfucker all damn night

We got Snoop Dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy Tray-Deee
Waniac, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from the bay, what you say
What you say, huh? (we do this like everyday)
We got Snoop Dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy Tray-Deee




Waniac, Trip Loc and Goldie, 4 Tay from the bay, what you say
What you say, huh? (we do this like everyday)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Snoop Dogg's song Dogghouse paint a vivid picture of the rapper's lifestyle and the culture of his community. The song speaks to the joys of partying, smoking weed, being surrounded by beautiful women and true friends, and making money. The lyrics are peppered with references to the Dogg pound gang and the crip lifestyle, which give an insight into Snoop Dogg's roots and the environment he hails from. The song also references different cities and the characters that inhabit them, bringing to life a snapshot of Snoop's world. Dogghouse is a celebration of his success and the lifestyle that comes with it.


The song is a collaboration between Snoop Dogg and several artists such as Tray-Deee, Waniac, Trip Loc, Goldie, and 4 Tay. It was produced by LaShawn Daniels (The Wonderboy) and Jazze Pha. The song was first released in 1998 on Snoop's album "Da Game Is to Be Sold, Not to Be Told". Dogghouse is a representation of the G-funk style that Snoop Dogg is renowned for in the Hip-Hop community. It has become one of the most popular songs from the album, and it's often included in Snoop Dogg's live performances.


Line by Line Meaning

Gimme some of that G shit Goldie Loc
Give me some of that gangsta shit, Goldie Loc


Yeah, that's what I'm talkin 'bout
Yes, that's exactly what I'm referring to


Yeah, check this out y'all, uh huh huh
Listen closely, everyone, pay attention


Did ya get the dank, did ya get the dank?
Did you acquire the high-quality marijuana?


Yeah I got the dank, you got the gas in the tank?
Yes, I have the marijuana, do you have enough fuel for the ride?


V.I.P. status, don't need an apparatus
Having VIP status, we don't require any special equipment


Cuz the niggas I fuck wit, they all about the cabbage
Because the people I associate with are solely focused on making money


Down in yellobrick road my destination, the DoggHouse
My intended location is the DoggHouse, down the yellow brick road like in The Wizard of Oz


Toastin Remys, fillin' jimmies, we goin all out
Celebrating with expensive Rémy Martin liquor and filling up condoms, we're going all out


Lookin for the wizard, creepin through the fog
Searching for a powerful figure or mentor, moving cautiously through unclear circumstances


Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's ball
Have some attractive women with us, going to a gathering of players


They gon be strippin and wigglin ass
They will be stripping and seductively moving their buttocks


Hope you brought your playa pass
I hope you are authorized to attend as a player


Tray-Deee, Goldie half dead, the twins blaze sacks
Tray-Deee and Goldie are highly intoxicated, the twins are smoking large amounts of marijuana


Bigger than big everyday in L.A.
Significant and influential every day in Los Angeles


4 Tay representin for the whole damn yae, Beeyotch
4 Tay is representing for the whole area, emphasizing his presence and importance


DoggHouse, turnin it out, and if you aint dope you gots to get The fuck out, that's on the O G D P, (say what) And that's how it is when you fuckin wit me
DoggHouse is dominating the scene, and if you are not talented, you must leave. It's the code of the Original Gangsta Dog Pound, and that's what happens when you mess with me


Don't matter how you come, use all angles
It doesn't matter how you approach the situation, utilize all possible strategies


Ties become tangled when the cutthroat strangles
Relationships become complicated and difficult when ruthless and deceitful people interfere


My hookup, long rangers
The people I associate with are distant and independent


Better float like a nationwide sky pager
You should move smoothly and effortlessly like a popular communication device


Them hoes save us, talk about bein playas
The women show affection towards us, discussing their interests in being players


On the real we can deal wit you playa haters
Honestly, we can handle and confront individuals who dislike players


We hit the spot, every city got a block
We arrive at the location, every city has its own specific area


What you makin when you take it to a different type of level that it pops
What are you achieving when you elevate things to an extraordinary and successful level?


Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady bangin
Understand that I, Snoop Dogg, maintain the highest quality of hip-hop music, consistently producing great tracks


Hoes steady sangin from the gang that we claimin
Women are continuously expressing their loyalty to the gang that we represent


Yo, it's Waniac, the maniac, Trip Loc won't you spit that rap
Hey, it's Waniac, the crazy and wild rapper, Trip Loc, can you perform your rap?


Park my shit and jump out, I'm at the homies spot
I park my car and quickly exit, I've arrived at my friend's place


To see if he floatin with me up to the DoggHouse
To see if he wants to come with me to the DoggHouse, possibly under the influence of drugs


Hit the weed he lightin, outside little niggas is fightin
Smoke marijuana as he lights it, witnessing a physical altercation between young individuals outside


This bomb, I'm likin
This marijuana is of excellent quality, I'm enjoying it


Holla at my folks I know up in the complex
Call or get in touch with my acquaintances who live in the apartment complex


Nigga ready to ride as soon as he get dressed
The person is prepared to go out as soon as he finishes getting dressed


Now we ready to roll, hit the store, then the carpool lane
Now we are prepared to depart, stopping at the store before driving in the carpool lane


Once again it's on, big chiefin
Once again, we are about to indulge in significant marijuana smoking


Remind me of the noisiest place
Remind me of a location filled with commotion and loud sounds


Ladies all over the place, and niggas super laced
Women are present everywhere, and the men are heavily intoxicated


How we like it, saggin in my 5 0 1
This is how we prefer it, wearing my Levi's 501 jeans below the waistline


Killin my lungs, keepin these homies and bitches on one
Damaging my lungs due to excessive smoking, influencing the mindset of my friends and attractive women


Man I got warrants, bad tax, still sayin fuck it
I have outstanding arrest warrants and unpaid taxes, but I don't care


Headed up to DoggHouse swervin in a bucket
Driving erratically towards the DoggHouse in a dilapidated vehicle


Puffin on some bomb from my comrade Blue
Smoking high-quality marijuana, acquired from my close friend named Blue


And got my little bitch catch a contact too
And my girlfriend is also getting high from the secondhand smoke


House shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on
Wearing slippers with a blue khaki suit and my sunglasses on


Swoopin to some Soopafly, gettin my smoke on
Driving quickly while listening to Soopafly's music, enjoying my marijuana inhalation


Nigga Goldie Loc got the heat on roast it
My friend Goldie Loc has a hot weapon prepared and ready to use


4 Tay on the way plus the twins is posted
4 Tay is on his way along with two other individuals


Bout to set it off bet it's off the hook
About to initiate the action, guaranteeing it will be exciting and incredibly wild


Straight crooks, gettin money off the books
Completely unscrupulous individuals, earning money through illegal means that are not documented


Makin nothin but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin
Creating nothing but that gangsta music that people enjoy


Thuggin at the house party, fuck goin clubbin
Engaging in thug behavior at a house party, not interested in going to a traditional club


Let me hear you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Allow me to hear you shout out the names of pimps, drug dealers, and individuals who make money by any means necessary


Let's all get the money then murder these motherfuckers
Let's all focus on making money and then eliminate any obstacles or enemies


Cocksuckers, they can't stop us
Obnoxious individuals, they cannot prevent our success


Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin wit them coppers
Now raise your guns, as a precaution in case they're accompanied by police officers


I shut em down, DoggPound for them bitches
I forcefully and effectively silence them, representing the DoggPound gang for the women


I be seein you with snitches everytime I'm hittin switches
I repeatedly witness your association with informants whenever I'm operating hydraulics switches in my car


Ice skatin over dicthes
Driving smoothly over hazardous or problematic situations


I'm true to the game, plus I'm out to get them riches
I remain loyal to the gang lifestyle, and I am determined to acquire significant wealth


I be mobbin down the road tryin to bag up my bags
I aggressively drive down the street, attempting to package and secure my illegal drugs


I'm saggin so hard, I'm tearin up the back of my khakis
My pants are hanging extremely low, causing the back of my khaki pants to become damaged


I'm tryin to reach my dogg Dirty Red
I'm attempting to contact my friend named Dirty Red


But this hoe won't let me know, which way to go
But this woman is not allowing me to know the direction to follow


I'm movin slow
I am proceeding at a leisurely pace


My chucks only come wit a hundred miles of walkin
My Converse shoes are worn out after walking a hundred miles


Hundred miles of runnin smellin funny and I'm gunnin nigga
After running a hundred miles, I start to smell unpleasantly and become aggressive, my friend


DoggPound gangsta crip for life
I am a lifelong member of the DoggPound gang, a committed Crip


And we gon party in this motherfucker all damn night
And we are going to enjoy an intense party in this place the entire night




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ANTHONY FORTE', CALVIN BROADUS, KEIWAN DASHAWN SPILLMAN, THA LOCS, TRACY LA MARR DAVIS

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Travelcation Tales

my shit when i was 15 and still luv it at 31

ineed monee

OG

Sozial Stunde

young G you are

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This song sounds badass when it's being played inside a car with a stereo system!

Tic Rollin

Rosarie Andrade #Facts i had 2 12's in my Camaro playing this... priceless

Sozial Stunde

I heread in a car without. Was really quite.

Emil Serafin

trueee

Sammi C

Slapper in the trunk 🔊🔊🎼🎵🎶

keyon Warren

Facts I'm from Long Beach

Arshon R.

This song will forever go hard!!

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