My Fuckin' House

[Chorus (x4)]

This is my motherfuckin', this is my motherfuckin'

This is my motherfuckin', this is my fuckin' house

[Intro: Young Jeezy]

Yeah, what's up?

Snoop, Jizzle

This is OG status right here nigga

This my motherfuckin' house

I pay the mortgage around this motherfucker nigga

Anyboby move until I say so

You know what it nigga

Is CTE or nothing nigga

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]

This is my muhfucking house, eh I'm by the front door

Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco

She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go

Tell 'em what the doormat read baby Big blow

Uh, Pyrex and a digi-scale

Fuck gloves I got yayo 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

Fuck it get high and call what's her name

She like to play this little game called fuck a brain

Lord when you talk them numbers sound sophisticated

It ain't nothing even the pit-bull's affiliated

Yeah, the trespasser's getting bust on

G shit even the coupe's got Chucks on

[Bridge: Snoop Dogg]

Yeah

This is my motherfuckin' house nigga

This is where I do it at

You got a problem with that?

Yeah Big Dogg nigga

If you ain't a Big Dogg stay on the porch nigga

Dog house or nothing

Dog house everything nigga

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]

I got a whole house trap house and a flat

I'm on parole bitch so I need my pistol back

These rap niggas is too soft

I built this from the ground, 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 bitch is on the phone and my homies 'bout to zone in

Cracky smacky dippy whippy habitual potential

Strip for your credentials

Mental unessential, shit's official like a referee with a whistle

Nah my nigga shit's official, like a Jihad, Muslim with a missile

Catch me in L.B., we close to the nickel block

Nigga went platinum but I still serve that nickel rock

Hard times, bad times, fuck doing jail time

Cook it up rock it up bag it up and sell mine

[Bridge 2: E-40]

This my motherfuckin' house

Take your motherfuckin' shoes off when you step in my house partner

Matter of fact take your hat off too

Nigga this the round table off bosses, best you chopped off

If you can't stand the heat

Get your punk ass up out the kitchen

I'm in the motherfuckin' room

[Verse 3: E-40]

This is, my house in the middle of the trap

Open this door I'm sweating like I ran a fucking 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 hitching blocks

Serving that doop, stacking my loot

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

Fuck 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 hawks

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 motherfuckin' house

[Chorus (x8)]

This is my motherfuckin', this is my motherfuckin'

This is my motherfuckin', this is my fuckin' house