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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 s**as
n***a I came from a long line of playas
That ain't scared of NAR' ONE OF Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!!
I see these n***as wanna see me catch a case and get struck out
But I'm laughin', 'bout to knock they a** the f** out
b**h quit actin' like a stuck up clown
That's why yo raggety-a** attitude is f**ed up now
Suga Freeeeee......hahaha
b**h swingin' on my dick sayin WEEEEE!
The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like mackin' tonight (aight)
Now them 70 n***as? 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**
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**h like the charcoal
Am I a star? NO Ya' in my car? NO
My name is Soopafly, b**h so ya' all know
Now heffer don't act stupid, cuz y'know who I am
The n***a quick to talk sh** and don't give a damn
I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I pimp across the land
Better read ya' motherf**in' 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**hes singin' the rest
We blastin' motherf**ers, run up and come test
Better, hide yo chest and fasten yo vest
No bullsh**, take yo b**hes so quick and so fast(so fast)
f** wit' us I'll put a foot up yo a**

[Ruff Dogg]
Collect calls from the pen, so I catch it in the kitchen
The homie say, send him naked pictures of b**hes
And if they talkin' backwards, he'll have a homie's jackup
That n***a f**ed Pat up, f** havin' a homies tack up
We slap hoes that step on toes of our DaDa's
And ask them n***as in the Source Awards when I caught them
While y'all was pacin', the homies was bringin' up situations
Eliminating fake n***as 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***a, Dogghouse, this Kurupt b**h, yeah

OK, let the homies spray the K
Dippin hittin' switches bouncin' over ditches
Callicodes collapse n***as, perhaps n***as
Trap or dap and clap n***as, I'M YOUNG GOTTSTRA
Put it up, pistols might sizzle a n***a
For shizzle my n***a Kurizzle was nizzle my n***a
LIke a b**h 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***as 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 b**h

[RBX]
Like this, for the sake of the game
b**h n***a jaw-jackin' get ?blasted? out the frame
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Let them punk punk you up
You jumped up and got stomped the f** 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** 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**n fronter
Capital D to the O-G-G
Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh b**h if ya didn't know
Long Beach City dirty like THE SOUTH!

[King Lou]
?Wit Suga Free in? I'm in this motherf**er leanin'
I'm quick to do it umm, meant to do it
Stayed on my toes like the n***a pimpin', watching the corner
Much love to my n***as rippin', in California
Doin it big with my n***a Bad, these n***as 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***as know I ain't no motherf**ing gimp
I get down damn, runnin' from damn town
Dogghouse n***a, Dogg Pound bound
How you motherf**ers like me now when I do it like
Bust on the microphone, cuss on the microphone?
Yeah this n***a like Tracy, Tray Deee
Bang his a**, slap his a** in the striz-neet
Catch him wit the headlock, pistol whippin' wit the Glock
Lil' Goldie Loc about to set up shop
These motherf**ers don't like me anyway
sh**, I ain't got nothing to say, wit no time to play
What these motherf**ers thought I was about?
When I bust this b**h i put my dick in her mouth
Now all them n***as got something to say
But I'ma tell 'em Lil' Goldie don't play, n***a

[Tray Deee]
Yeah it's the genius of the click
Known to sleep a n***a 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***a you can drop the act
I got stripes and bars from a life at war
Twice as hard, as n***as claim they sheisty y'all
Criminal, lay 'em down for their stacks and sacks
For the mic, used to trife with the ma** 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 f** d**h Row, we'll take 'em out
We got the whole rap game bangin' now (C--RIP!!)
What you motherf**ers 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**hes 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 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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