Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Fucn House (feat. Young Jeezy And E-40), artist - Snoop Dogg. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Fucn House (feat. Young Jeezy And E-40) |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| This is my mother fucking this is my mother fucking |
| This is my mother fucking this is my fucking house |
| This is my mother fucking this is my mother fucking |
| This is my mother fucking this is my fucking house |
| This is my mother fucking this is my mother fucking |
| This is my mother fucking this is my fucking house |
| This is my mother fucking this is my mother fucking |
| This is my mother fucking this is my fucking house |