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snoop dogg - my fucn house lyrics

[young jeezy:]
this is my muh f-cking house, hey i’m by the front door
here about a blond haired b-tch named sisco
she’ll do anything for daddy man the b-tch go
tell ’em what the doormat read baby {big blow}
uh, pyrex and a digi scale
f-ck gloves i got g-y all in my fingernails
and i can leave a set of white fingerprints
chris tucker, larenz tate, dead presidents
dead white boys spread across the coffee table
i don’t know maybe i’ll start me up a record label
f-ck it get high and call what’s her name
she like to play this little game called f-ck a brain
lord when you talk them numbers sound sophisticated
it ain’t nothing even the pit-bull’s affiliated
yeah, the tresp-sser’s gettin’ bust on
g sh-t even the coupe’s got chucks on

[snoop dogg:]
yeah
this is my mother f-ckin’ house n-gga
this is where i do it at
you got a problem with that
yeah big dog n-gga
if you ain’t a big dog stay on the porch n-gga
dog house or nothing
dog house everything n-gga

i gotta whole house trap house and a flat
i’m on parole b-tch so i need my pistol back
these rap n-ggas is too soft
i built this from the ground, the pound up
until i knock your roof off
new boss snoop off and on and
heed him in the morning catch him while he yawning
my b-tch is on the phone and my homies ’bout to zone in
cracky smacky dippy whippy habitual potential
strip for your credentials
mental unessential, sh-t’s official like a referee with a whistle
nah my n-gga sh-t’s official, like a jihad, muslim with a missile
catch me in the air we close to the nickel block
n-gga went platinum but i still serve that nickel rock
hard times bad times f-ck doing jail time
cook it up rock it up bag it up and sell mines

[e-40:]
this my mother f-ckin’ house
take your mother f-ckin’ shoes off when you step in my house partner
matter of fact take your hat off too
n-gga this the round table n-gga
if you can’t stand the heat get your punk -ss up out the kitchen
i’m in the mother f-ckin’ room

this is my house in the middle of the trap
open this door i’m sweating like i ran a f-cking lap
customers on hold stressing they keep coming back
3 6 5 2 4 7 i got jumbo jacks
would you like your cheese with that
yeah i like my cheese with that
crack in the pot, round the clock
open all night hitchin’ blocks
serving that doop stuck in my loop
pitching that tragic all in the traffic
me and my group, me and my cabinet
fillin’ the coop, pick it and bag it
i got the key to this spot break in, you gonna get popped
f-ck around and get molly whopped in here
better not attract no cops
i got another round chopped up in here
who want what i got in stock?
not from atlanta but i got heart
chickens birdies quails, baking soda scales
heavy weights exhale, 5 star hotels
i’m a grinder about my grit
trying to increase my profit quick
50 thou under the couch
this is my mother f-cking house

this is my mother f-cking this is my mother f-cking
this is my mother f-cking this is my f-cking house
this is my mother f-cking this is my mother f-cking
this is my mother f-cking this is my f-cking house
this is my mother f-cking this is my mother f-cking
this is my mother f-cking this is my f-cking house
this is my mother f-cking this is my mother f-cking
this is my mother f-cking this is my f-cking house
[repeat and out]

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