Whose House lyrics

[Chorus: Slim The Mobster]
Whose house is this? Money out the … can’t count that sh*t
Stacking death prez, mouth to mouth that sh*t
When they said a n*gga wouldn't amount to sh*t
Now whose house is this? Laughing so hard my tongue is out and sh*t
Run you di*k suckers, keep me out that b*tch
Before I spazz and squirt and I’m out that...b*tch

[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
n*ggas is going to need bandages
If I brandish it ambulances, the chance you make it slim n*gga
I’m good in the hood cause I motivated them n*ggas
I graduated from dumb hoes and mault liquor
To expensive wine and dime b*tches
Red lining the DB9 like it’s my time pimping
Audemar [?] quality time spending
And you n*ggas is borderline b*tches
That’s my opinion
And my n*ggas 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 sh*t
You f*ck around…count that sh*t
[Chorus: Slim The Mobster]
Whose house is this? Money out the … can’t count that sh*t
Stacking death prez, mouth to mouth that sh*t
When they said a n*gga wouldn't amount to sh*t
Now whose house is this? Laughing so hard my tongue is out and sh*t
Run you di*k suckers, keep me out that b*tch
Before I spazz and squirt and I’m out that...b*tch

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Broadcasting live from Compton California where foreigners never come
Mothers are worrisome and we dislike 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 n*gga 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 sh*t sweet with these hotels homie
That crip sh*t 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga
[Chorus: Slim The Mobster]
Whose house is this? Money out the … can’t count that sh*t
Stacking death prez, mouth to mouth that sh*t
When they said a n*gga wouldn't amount to sh*t
Now whose house is this? Laughing so hard my tongue is out and sh*t
Run you di*k suckers, keep me out that b*tch
Before I spazz and squirt and I’m out that...b*tch