Rick Ross - My f**in' House lyrics

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Rick Ross - My f**in' House lyrics

[Hook] This is my mother f**ing this is my mother f**ing This is my mother f**ing this is my f**ing house This is my mother f**ing this is my mother f**ing This is my mother f**ing this is my f**ing house This is my mother f**ing this is my mother f**ing This is my mother f**ing this is my f**ing house This is my mother f**ing this is my mother f**ing This is my mother f**ing this is my f**ing house [Young Jeezy + Hook] Yeah Whats up Snoop Jizzle This is OG status right here n***a This my muhf**ing house I pay the mortgage around this motherf**er n***a You know what it is CTE or nothing n***a [Verse 1: Young Jeezy:] This is my muhf**ing house, eh I'm by the front door Here about a blond haired b**h named Sisco She'll do anything for daddy man the b**h go Tell 'em what the doormat read baby Big blow Uh, Pyrex and a digi-scale f** gloves I got yayo 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 f** it get high and call what's her name She like to play this little game called f** a brain Lord when you talk them numbers sound sophisticated It ain't nothing even the pit-bull's affiliated Yeah, the trespa**er's getting bust on G sh** even the coupe's got Chucks on [Snoop Dogg + Hook:] Yeah This is my mother f**in' house n***a This is where I do it at You got a problem with that? Yeah big dog n***a If you ain't a big dog stay on the porch n***a Dog house or nothing Dog house everything n***a [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg:] I got a whole house trap house and a flat I'm on parole b**h so I need my pistol back These rap n***as is too soft I built this from the ground, 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 b**h is on the phone and my homies 'bout to zone in Cracky smacky dippy whippy habitual potential Strip for your credentials Mental unessential, sh**'s official like a referee with a whistle Nah my n***a sh**'s official, like a Jihad, m**m with a missile Catch me in the air we close to the nickel block n***a went platinum but I still serve that nickel rock Hard times, bad times, f** doing jail time Cook it up rock it up bag it up and sell mine [E-40: + Hook:] This my mother f**in' house Take your mother f**in' shoes off when you step in my house partner Matter of fact take your hat off too n***a this the round table n***a If you can't stand the heat get your punk a** up out the kitchen I'm in the mother f**ing room [Verse 3: E-40:] This is my house in the middle of the trap Open this door I'm sweating like I ran a f**ing 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 hitching 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 f** 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 f**ing house [Hook X2]