Snoop Dogg - My Fucn House lyrics

This is my muh fucking 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
Fuck 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
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 gettin' bust on
G shit even the coupe's got Chucks on

Yeah this is my mother fuckin' 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 fuck doing jail time
Cook it up rock it up bag
It up and sell mines

This my mother fuckin' house
Take your mother fuckin' 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 fuckin' room

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 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
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 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 fucking house
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Is my mother fucking
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