Whose House - Slim The Mobster, Kendrick Lamar

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

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

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

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 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 crip 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

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