Artist: Snoop Dogg f/ E-40, Young Jeezy Album: Doggumentary Song: My Fucn House Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: repeat w/ ad libs] "My fuckin house, this is my motherfuckin" "This is my motherfuckin, this is my fuckin house" "This is my motherfuckin, this is my motherfuckin" "This is my motherfuckin, this is my fuckin house" [Young Jeezy - over Intro] Yeah... whassup? Snoop, Dizzle It's O.G. status right here nigga It's my muh'fuckin house too I {?} in this muh'fucker nigga Ain't shit move 'til I say so You know what it is nigga TT-11 nigga [Young Jeezy] This is my muh'fuckin house, AR by the front do' held by a blonde haired bitch named Sisqo She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch cold Tell 'em what the doormat read baby (BIG BLOW~!) Uh, Pyrex and a digi' scale Fuck gloves I got yale 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 Love when you talk them numbers sound sophisticated It ain't nuttin - even the pitbull's affiliated Yeah, the trespasser's gettin bust on G shit even the Coupes got Chucks on [more variations of the Intro] [Snoop Dogg - over Intro samples] 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 dog stay on the porch nigga Dog house or nothin Dog house e'rything nigga I gotta hoe house, trap house, and a flat I'm on parole bitch so I need my pistol back These rap niggaz 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 mornin, 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, 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 doin jail time Cook it up, rock it up, bag it up and sell mines [more variations of the Intro] [E-40 over samples] This my motherfuckin house Take your motherfuckin shoes off when you step in my house potnah! Matter of fact, take your hat off too Nigga this the round table nigga we'll bust and chop it up If you can't stand the heat get your punk ass up out the kitchen I'm in the motherfucker whippin Hahahahahaha This is, my house, in the middle of the trap Open this door I'm sweatin like I ran a fuckin lap Customers on hold stressin they keep comin 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 Box, round the clock Open all night, pitchin rocks Serving that goop, stuck in my loop Pitching that tragic all in the traffic Me and my group, me and my cabinet Fillin the Coupe, pick it and bag it I got the key to this spot, break in you gon' 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 Heavyweights exhale, 5 star hotels I'm a grinder about my grit Tryin to increase my profit quick Fifty thou' under the couch This is my motherfuckin house [repeat Intro w/ variations to end]