Boosie BadAzz - Who's Houze lyrics

Strolling through my hood On my way to Atlantic Thirty days from the grammys Twenty five blocks from a grand understand And I can feel it in the air but a n***a won’t panic That’s when I got stop by the Head Park Cops You sign with Boo now is you we rock When the time comes we gonna take that shot Put your hands on your head when the mixtape drop We sended by, couple tapes for the crew Where’s the dough, from the states we grew Not the first pick try to touch my crew Either do what you do Or let the n***a slide through At the top I got my interviews Off the clock, I feel bad for you dude 40 K years and your kids need food And a n***a like me got a neck full of j**els So off the street I walk I think about God and I believe he talks I don’t wanna show off with the things I bought It’s the dreams that cost, what you mean your boss Looked up like yay, I made it to Time Square The waves rock me here Got the air with[?] I learn the game at whose house Whose house b**h I’m decked out in j**els house New songs n***a my whole crews out And you can move now [x2] Gotta see if the fraternity match Boss n***a and my salary cap But leave a drop, a leave the chatter a rat As a matter of fact Let’s not talk about the sh**, I think it’s better we act If I shoot 4, 5 n***as better react Ain’t nobody telling sh** We took a veteran pack Very scary when I carried the axe Ain’t a n***a attacks How the sh** going, f**ing with that I speak cool, but I’m heavily strapped I get high off the deadliest raps You gotta move when the felony strap Street sh**, but intelligent rap I’m ahead of the curve, I’ll be ducking the swerve Let no man take nothing that’s yours Murder charge another subject or verbs You gotta do it if you’re out of the words And I’m out of the words None of mine for a dozen of your’s You running blind, then you loving the serve Won’t grind but you swear you deserve You eating swine with the men that we serve I k**ed the game like boo n***a I got the fame of a new n***a I set self for the mascot and tell Digital CD’s on shelves Dropping my LP at twelve Giving them hell Like Gucci and Savage and Shell, well Bad a** music Where stars are made Beware, beware A star is made More music more money More money, more motivation Like I told you Only you can stop yourself from being break And even though it’s a difference We want finally rich b**hes will last forever, cause this lifestyle we first proud And music is everything Like all them coke use to have on the street, it’s everything I learnt the game at whose house