Artist: Tha Dogg Pound f/ Warren G, Michel'le, Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg & Big Pimpin' Album: Doggy Bag Song: Let's Play House (Original) Typed by: westbingmanson@gmail.com [Intro: Daz Dillinger] Ain't no hidin' in the garage when we get down You know what I'm sayin'? 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, 55, 60, 65, 70, 75, 80 85, 90, 95, 100, ready or not baby, here I come [Daz Dillinger] Dat Nigga Daz struck a match and the match went out But it wasn't no more lights in the motherfucking house Speakin' of house let's play a game of it Is you wit it? Hide and go get it, I betcha love it baby I'll play the daddy and you can play the mama So we can get down on the living room floor Is ya wit it? I promise I won't kill it Loose pussy on my dick, should I kill it? Never! Yes [Michel'le] See back in the day when we used to play You wanted to be with me (that's right) Now that is so right and natural No other man that I can see I'm singin' in my background Diggin' up a hole for you to make your move But no longer will I be told regroup Let's play house [Hook: Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg (Simultaneously)] [Snoop Dogg] [Nate Dogg] Engine engine number nine, Let's play house Rollin down the DP line. (repeat 2X) [Michel'le] Let's play house... [Michel'le] Is that what you want me to do with you? [Daz Dillinger] You play tha momma baby Let's play house I'll play the daddy You can play the momma And I'll play the daddy [Michel'le] Let's play house You can play tha momma Let's play house And I'll be the daddy And I'll be the daddy That runs the house, straight up [Warren G] Now you can call me pappy or you can call me daddy I'm hitting 21st in the blue and grey caddie I'm feeling like Scrappy, or is it Scooby Doo Cause I'm chilling with the motherfucking Dogg Pound Crew Now pass the brew to that nigga Geezy Weezy So I can let you down easy Some niggas tried to see what I see Cock blocking with they bitches but they can't cock block me [Kurupt] G-Dub, I know you know this bitch by tha name of Danielle Body of a Goddess face from hell But oh shit, this wasn't the average bitch Her coochie was cavi and she liked gobbling dicks And I got a whole nine and a half for that black ass Groupie, now all the hoochies wanna do me from the past To the present (say what?) let me rep and present (Who dat?) The biggest nigga hittin all the hoes in your click Fast as lightning running through like the breeze In the summertime out on the corner making G's It's the thirst, but I can show something much worse Than the thirst, the fact your bitch ate my dick first But first things first Brenda, I can remember How hot these hoes can get, eighty-seven, eighty-six, yeah The year a young man grows Fatal mistakes sprung over hazel-eyed hoes Bitches ain't shit and the hoes a trick And that's all I can think of to describe a bitch [Nate Dogg (Repeated many times through Big Pimpin' Delemond's rant)] Let's play house [Outro: Big Pimpin'] The pen is mightier than the sword Let this be a lesson, original Is only what I'm confessin' With my pen, Big Pimpin' ain't stressin' Then here goes another fool again Who wants to stress the bullet, again Yeah, I got 1 too, to his chest, Back to quick draw my Glock With my pen, a new lesson to be taught Doubt is the murderer of the green That couldn't rise from the dead Yeah, you heard what I said I know you heard, what I said And the faith of the dream is to dream only Because where you stop is where it ends Yeah you heard what I said Didn't it hit you? In the head Big Pimpin' ain't stressin' Heh, long original, I'm confessin' Platinum from out of the mind, every time Tha Pound in the studio come and go Real tight, doing it at night Lyrics floating like molecules all over the room Blended with the smell of Chronic Hennessey on the tip of my tongue Bitches on call, late night, in the studio Just doing the regular With the perfection that's not unfamiliar To the crew, the beat, the lyric, and the flow That's straight original (straight original) Gangster the brew, you don't want to get caught up in the stew Jeffrey Dahmer my ass, he just did trash Don't fuck with Tha Pound cause these motha' fuckas' put it down You don't hear me though