SNOOP DOGG


My Fuckin House Lyrics

[Young Jeezy:]
This is my muh f**king house, hey 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
f**k gloves I got gay 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**k it get high and call what's her name
She like to play this little game called f**k a brain
Lord when you talk them numbers sound sophisticated
It ain't nothing even the pit-bull's affiliated
Yeah, the trespasser's gettin' bust on
G shit even the coupe's got Chucks on

[Snoop Dogg:]
Yeah,
This is my mother f**kin' house nigga
This is where I do it at
You got a problem with that
Yeah big dog nigga
If you ain't a big dog stay on the porch nigga
Dog house or nothing
Dog house everything nigga

I gotta 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, 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 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 the air we close to the nickel block
Nigga went platinum but I still serve that nickel rock
Hard times bad times f**k doing jail time
Cook it up rock it up bag it up and sell mines

[E-40:]
This my mother f**kin' house
Take your mother f**kin' shoes off when you step in my house partner
Matter of fact take your hat off too
Nigga this the round table nigga
If you can't stand the heat get your punk ass up out the kitchen
I'm in the mother f**kin' room

This is my house in the middle of the trap
Open this door I'm sweating like I ran a f**king 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**k 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**king house

This is my mother f**king this is my mother f**king
This is my mother f**king this is my f**king house
This is my mother f**king this is my mother f**king
This is my mother f**king this is my f**king house
This is my mother f**king this is my mother f**king
This is my mother f**king this is my f**king house
This is my mother f**king this is my mother f**king
This is my mother f**king this is my f**king house
[Repeat and out]

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Songwriter(s): Calvin Broadus, Jay Jenkins, Ricardo Thomas, Earl Stevens
Publisher(s): Young Jeezy Music Inc., Emi Blackwood Music Inc., Cyphercleff Music, Swizole Music, Heavy On The Grind Entergament Music, Emi April Music Inc., My Own Chit Music

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