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Snoop Dogg - My Fuckin House Lyrics

[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