[Hook] Whose house is this? Money out the … can’t count that shit Stacking death prez, mouth to mouth that shit When they said a nigga wouldn't amount to shit Now whose house is this? Laughing so hard my tongue is out and shit Run you dick suckers, keep me out that bitch Before I spazz and squirt and I’m out that...bitch
[Verse 1: Slim The Mobster] Broadcasting live from south central Los Angeles Where the babies born scandalous The street I keep my hand in it The gun I keep my hand on it Niggas is going to need bandages If I brandish it ambulances, the chance you make it slim nigga I’m good in the hood cause I motivated them niggas I graduated from dumb hoes and mault liquor To expensive wine and dime bitches Red lining the DB9 like it’s my time pimping Audemar [?] quality time spending And you niggas is borderline bitches That’s my opinion And my niggas is ride or die Aftermath my religion Talk out but I don’t listen Act out and come up missing That click clack pow did it Like Colin Powell did it And I’m so west coast, ok corral with it My new foreign car can't pronounce that shit You fuck around…count that shit
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[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Broadcasting live from Compton California where foreigners never come Mothers are worry some and we diss like the governor I hope these angels can cover us If the LAPD ain’t doing it then it was a cover up Coroners about to cover up everybody I’m serious, every shotty is saw'd off And every nigga is militant And your gut like...What? EBT Cards, no credit can't ease cards All my life beed OG aw now my life on the billboard soon Give me room, I react like a wildebeest and Throw salt inside your wound your just diabetes to me Ain't shit sweet with these hotels homie That crop shit got my uncle’s life in jail ho So if I put the same line, they'll never forgive me Or worse than that the niggas right around the corner might kill me I’m fighting back when it’s hard what No barber my guards up, the author of fallen fathers that did it without much, this my house nigga