freddie gibbs – my dope house lyrics
[verse 1]
my dope house, my dope house, yeah, trappin’ out my dope house
eat, sleep in the dope house, quarter key worth of dope out
chillin’ in my dope house, my dope house
n-ggas stickin’ up the dope house
none this sh-t in my dope house
porsche stained when i roll out
i show ’em love but i love my money even more
disrespect, don’t pay me? you gots to go
all across the map we shipping them loads
disrespect and play me? you gots to go
now skrewface that’s my n-gga, diego that’s my n-gga
and big k!ll know that if a n-gga here try to k!ll him then i’mma f-cking die with him
cause freddie keep a .45 with him
ars and a couple 9s with him
leaving bodies on the news knock a motherf-cker clean out his shoes, better f-ck with my n-ggas
[hook]
those fufu boys? we air ’em, coroner’s gone stretch ’em out
popo and detectives gon’ be worryin’ bout my whereabouts
those fufu boys? we air ’em, coroner’s gone stretch ’em out
popo and detectives gone be worryin’ bout my whereabouts
don’t f-ck with me, stay in your lane
thug everyday and never change, man
and if i see another day
i wake back up and do the same thing
don’t f-ck with me, stay in your lane
thug everyday and never change, man
and if i see another day
i wake back up and do the same thang
[verse 2]
my dope house, my dope house
straight blow at the dope house
popo at the dope house, snitch n-gga must have told about it
down for a kidnap, for a kidnap
real n-gga, we done did that
at the crib with your motherf-ckin’ mama
and your kids, know where everybody live at
everybody keep quiet
everybody on the floor
everbody gone see
b-tch i’m from the east side
where everybody sell dope and everybody got heat
get the dough motherf-ckers let the things spray up all day
hundred murders in a week
boy got clipped in the project hallway
ain’t n0body gone speak
n-ggas mommas gonna weep
i put your face on a shirt and get out of town
stash all the weed ain’t a worry now roll it down
that ruger hot on my hip and got 30 rounds
i keep my hand on a chopper n-gga
[hook]
those fufu boys? we air ’em, coroner’s gone stretch ’em out
popo and detectives gon’ be worryin’ bout my whereabouts
those fufu boys? we air ’em, coroner’s gone stretch ’em out
popo and detectives gone be worryin’ bout my whereabouts
don’t f-ck with me, stay in your lane
thug everyday and never change, man
and if i see another day
i wake back up and do the same thing
don’t f-ck with me, stay in your lane
thug everyday and never change, man
and if i see another day
i wake back up and do the same thang
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