House Shoes
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)

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
'cause the niggas I fuck with, they all about the cabbage
Down in yello' brick road my destination, the dogghouse
Toastin' Remy's, 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 yea, beeyotch

Dogghouse, turnin' it out, and if you ain't 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' with 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 with 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

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'

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' with them coppers
I shut em down, dogg pound for them bitches
I be seein' you with snitches every time I'm hittin' switches
Ice skatin' over ditches
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 with a hundred miles of walkin'
Hundred miles of runnin' smellin' funny and I'm gunnin' nigga




Dogg pound gangsta crip for life
And we gon' party in this motherfucker all damn night

Overall Meaning

The song "House Shoes" by Snoop Dogg is a perfect depiction of the west coast gangsta lifestyle. In the lyrics, Snoop Dogg and his crew are headed to the Dogghouse to party and get high. Along with his friends Tray Deee, Goldie Loc, Trip Loc, and 4 Tay, Snoop Dogg is ready to toast to Remy's and fill up jimmy's. They are looking for the wizard, and creeping through the fog with some bad ass bitches headed to the player's ball. They pull up at the spot where every city's block is representative of a different level of partying. Snoop Dogg keeps his hip rocks steady banging, and the hoes keep singing from the gang he's claiming. The song concludes with Snoop Dogg emphasizing his allegiance to the Dogg Pound, letting the world know that they're all about gangsta crip for life and they're gonna party in this motherfucker all damn night.


Overall, the song describes a night of partying, smoking weed, and cruising through the streets of Los Angeles, highlighting the gang culture that West Coast hip-hop was known for during the '90s. The song is a perfect example of Snoop Dogg's rap style, and the gritty lyrics perfectly match the beat.


Line by Line Meaning

Dogghouse
We're at the Dogghouse.


Gimme some of that g shit goldie loc
Can someone pass me some of that G shit, Goldie Loc?


Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
That's what I'm talking about.


Yeah, check this out y'all, uh huh huh
Hey, listen up everyone.


We got Snoop Dogg in the house tonight, with the homeboy tray-deee
Snoop Dogg is here with Tray-Deee.


Waniac, trip loc and goldie, 4 tay from the bay, what you say
Waniac, Trip Loc, Goldie, and 4 Tay from the Bay are here. What's up?


What you say, huh? (we do this like everyday)
What do you say? We do this every day.


Did ya get the dank, did ya get the dank?
Did you get the weed, did you get the weed?


Yeah I got the dank, you got the gas in the tank?
Yes, I have the weed, do you have gas for the car?


V.I.p. status, don't need an apparatus
We're V.I.P and don't need any special equipment.


'cause the niggas I fuck with, they all about the cabbage
The guys I'm with are all about the money.


Down in yello' brick road my destination, the dogghouse
My destination is the Dogghouse on Yellow Brick Road.


Toastin' Remy's, fillin' jimmies, we goin all out
We're having a great time, toasting Remy Martin and enjoying ourselves.


Lookin' for the wizard, creepin' through the fog
We're looking for the wizard and walking through the fog.


Got some bad ass bitches, headed to the player's ball
We have some attractive women with us who are going to the player's ball.


They gon be strippin' and wigglin' ass
The women are going to dance provocatively and show off their assets.


Hope you brought your playa pass
I hope you have your player's pass.


Tray-deee, goldie half dead, the twins blaze sacks
Tray-dee and Goldie have hazy vision from smoking weed.


Bigger than big everyday in l.a.
Every day in Los Angeles is amazing.


4 tay representin' for the whole damn yea, beeyotch
4 Tay represents for the entire year!


Dogghouse, turnin' it out, and if you ain't dope you gots to get
We're turning it out at the Dogghouse, and if you aren't cool, you have to leave.


The fuck out, that's on the o g d p, (say what)
Get the fuck out. OGDP said so. (What did you say?)


And that's how it is when you fuckin' with me
That's how it goes when you're with me.


Don't matter how you come, use all angles
It doesn't matter how you come, use all your resources.


Ties become tangled when the cutthroat strangles
Things get complicated when you're with dangerous people.


My hookup, long rangers
My connections are long-distance.


Better float like a nationwide sky pager
You better be agile and quick like a pager signal.


Them hoes save us, talk about bein' playas
Those women flatter us by talking about our player skills.


On the real we can deal with you playa' haters
We can handle the haters who are against our player lifestyle.


We hit the spot, every city got a block
We arrived at the location. Every city has its own area.


What you makin' when you take it to a different type of level that it pops
What are you doing when you are taking something to the next level where it becomes popular and successful?


Know the dogg keep the hip rocks, steady bangin'
You know the Dogg stays with the best hip hop music, always playing.


Hoes steady sangin' from the gang that we claimin'
Women are constantly singing along to the music of our gang.


Yo, it's waniac, the maniac, trip loc won't you spit that rap
Yo, it's Waniac, the maniac, and Trip Loc, can you rap?


Park my shit and jump out, I'm at the homies spot
I parked my car and got out, and I'm at my friend's spot.


To see if he floatin' with me up to the dogghouse
To check if he's going with me to the Dogghouse.


Hit the weed he lightin', outside little niggas is fightin'
Smoking weed, he lights it while kids are fighting outside.


This bomb, I'm likin'
I really like this weed.


Holla at my folks I know up in the complex
I called my friends who are in the complex.


Nigga ready to ride as soon as he get dressed
My friend is all ready to come when he gets dressed.


Now we ready to roll, hit the store, then the carpool lane
We're prepared to leave, first we'll stop at the store, then use the carpool lane.


Once again it's on, big chiefin'
Once again, we're doing this. Smoking a lot of weed.


Remind me of the noisiest place
This reminds me of the noisiest place.


Ladies all over the place, and niggas super laced
Women are all over the place and men are very high.


How we like it, saggin' in my 5 0 1
We like it like this, with my 5 0 1 jeans sagging.


Killin' my lungs, keepin' these homies and bitches on one
It's hard on my lungs, but it keeps my friends and women excited.


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


Headed up to dogghouse swervin' in a bucket
We're headed to the Dogghouse, swerving in a beat-up car.


Puffin on some bomb from my comrade blue
I'm smoking some really good weed from my friend Blue.


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


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


Swoopin' to some soopafly, gettin my smoke on
Driving and listening to some Soopafly, getting high.


Nigga goldie loc got the heat on roast it
Goldie Loc has the heat turned up high.


4 tay on the way plus the twins is posted
4 Tay is on the way, and the twins are already here.


Bout to set it off bet it's off the hook
We're about to start the party, and it's going to be amazing.


Straight crooks, gettin' money off the books
We're straight-up criminals, making money under the table.


Makin' nothin' but that gangsta shit that niggas lovin'
We're only making gangsta music that people love.


Thuggin' at the house party, fuck goin clubbin'
We're thuggin' at the house party and not interested in going clubbing.


Let me hear you say pimps, banks, hustlers
Let me hear you say the names of players, wealthy people, and entrepreneurs.


Let's all get the money then murder these motherfuckers
Let's all make money and then take down our enemies.


Cocksuckers, they can't stop us
Our enemies can't stop us.


Now put up your choppers, just in case they rollin' with them coppers
Get your guns ready, just in case the police come.


I shut em down, dogg pound for them bitches
I shut them down, for the women of the Dogg Pound.


I be seein' you with snitches every time I'm hittin' switches
I always see you with snitches when I'm switching my car's gears.


Ice skatin' over ditches
Driving on the road is like ice skating over ditches.


I'm true to the game, plus I'm out to get them riches
I'm faithful to the game and trying to get rich at the same time.


I be mobbin' down the road tryin' to bag up my bags
I'm driving to collect my drug money bags.


I'm saggin' so hard I'm tearin' up the back of my khakis
I'm sagging my pants so much that I'm tearing up the back of my khakis.


I'm tryin' to reach my dogg dirty red
I'm trying to contact my friend Dirty Red.


But this hoe won't let me know, which way to go
But this woman won't let me know which direction to go in.


I'm movin' slow
I'm moving slowly.


My chucks only come with a hundred miles of walkin'
My Chuck Taylor shoes only last for 100 miles of walking.


Hundred miles of runnin' smellin' funny and I'm gunnin' nigga
I've run 100 miles and smell bad, but I'm still going.


Dogg pound gangsta crip for life
I'm a Dogg Pound gangsta crip for life.


And we gon' party in this motherfucker all damn night
And we're going to party in here all night.




Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CALVIN BROADUS, CHRISTOPHER GHOLSON

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