My Fucn House

This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door Here about a blond haired bitch name 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 yay all in my fingernails And I can leave a set of white fingerprints Chris Tucker, Laurence Tate, Dead Presidents Dead white boys spread across the coffee table 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 pitbull's affiliated Yeah and trust best gettin' bust on G shit even the coupes got Chucks on Yeah This is my mother fuckin' house nigga This is where I do it at You gotta 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 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 up pound up Until I knock your roof off New boss Snoop off and on and Heed him in the morning catch him while he yawnin' 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 shits official like a referee with a whistle Nah my nigga shits 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 mine 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 this mother fuckin' This is my house in the middle of the trap I'm gonna start sweating like I ran a fucking lap Customers on hold stressing they keep coming back Three, six, five, two, four, seven, I got Jumbo Jacks Would you like your cheese with that Yeah I like my cheese with that Crack in the box round the clock Open all night pitching rocks Serving that goop stuck in my loop Pitching that tragic all in the traffic Me and my group me and my cabinet Goobly goop, goobly bag it I got the key to this spot break in you don't get popped Fuck around and get molly whopped in here better not attract no cops Gotta hang around chop 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 fucking fucking house