Letra de House Party - Snoop Dogg & Tha Dogg Pound

(Feat. Tha Dogg Pound)

Yeah, let me hit that

I mean, I can't help it if your game isn't up to par, young player

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 motherfucker

Daz said "Fuck 'em" (Fuck), Snoopy said "Buck 'em" (Fuck)

Soopa said "Get his bitch," Spanky, roll a kush spliff

Daz said "Fuck 'em" (Fuck), Snoopy said "Buck 'em" (Fuck)

Soopa said "Get his bitch," Spanky, roll a kush spliff

High times

Music to get you murdered, so shut your trap

Real gangsta shit, just like that

Woo-wop, the 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, nigga

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 shit, C-C-C-Crip

My nigga, 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 fuck with us, can't fuck 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)

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 fuck '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, nigga, 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 nigga, yeah, I'm rollin'

Yeah, I'm swervin' like I'm old school from corner to corner

Pop up on your bitch ass, so yo, what's happenin'? Who want it?

Oh yeah, nigga, you know you know you don't want none

Any nigga want some, get it, come come

I ain't afraid to cock the gat in my pocket

Connect to left to right, nigga, 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

Nigga, laid on out, that's what it do to you, high times

High times, high times, nigga

Is this a house party or a funeral?

We turn a house party into a funeral

Daz said "Fuck 'em," Snoopy said "Buck 'em"

Soopa said "Get his bitch," Spanky, roll a kush spliff

Spanky, roll a kush spliff

Spanky, roll a kush spliff

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