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|Chorus|
C#mThis my house.
And we're grillin' out, chillin' out, talkin' 'bout life like, "How you doin'?" Ah yeah.
This my house.
You can come around, get around, rollin' up, smokin'.
We're burnin' one down, yeah.
This my house.
Got the new school's pullin' up.
Bust it down to sing the blues to truly.
This my house.
And you're welcome to or will you not.
Sudden moves and the weapons Go boom boom.
|Verse 1|
C#mThis my house.
Who's that knockin' at the door again? You better know the code,
and if you don't know I got a temper at your temple.
Lock stock smoky barrel, smoky barrel, even smoking 'em.
Not a care in the world.
CmJust staring out the window, chillin' in 'do, smokin' endo.
G#mWith a grill on the post, cookin' up, smokin', flippin' the pork.
Chops pullin' up.
Cm7One poppi split in the portion.
C#mKnockers bouncin' at us, shut up with it.
Bouncin' and rollin' them copper sirens be noisy.
We woos be steady annoyin'.
G#mEspecially all the mother-heard of corrupt.
You ain't welcome here this year.
Cm7We stand on business with sword.
|Chorus|
This my house.
And we're grillin' out, chillin' out, talkin' 'bout life like, "How you doin'?" Ah yeah.
This my house.
You can come around, get around, rollin' up, smokin'.
We're burnin' one down, yeah.
This my house.
Got the new school's pullin' up.
Bust it down to sing the blues to truly.
This my house.
And you're welcome to or will you not.
Sudden moves and the weapons Go boom boom.
|Verse 2|
This is my crib.
Welcome to my house.
If you ain't my family, then you ain't allowed.
Ain't allowed.
We chillin' out, grillin' out steaks.
Everybody's eatin' good, a lot of food on the plate.
We eatin' good.
I roll up a eight then I took it to the face.
My weed straight gas, I thought it was laced.
Laced.
Couple trucks sittin' out front, one's broke down.
My neighbors keep an eye on my house when I'm outta town.
This is my sanctuary, this where I write my songs.
They say my flow is about to blow up like a pipe bomb.
I got guns in my house, don't try to trespass.
I put a bullet in your head, your neck, and your ass.
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|Chorus|
This my house.
And we're grillin' out, chillin' out, talkin' 'bout life like, "How you doin'?" Ah yeah.
This my house.
You can come around, get around, rollin' up, smokin'.
We're burnin' one down, yeah.
This my house.
Got the new school's pullin' up.
Bust it down to sing the blues to truly.
This my house.
And you're welcome to or will you not.
Sudden moves and the weapons Go boom boom.
This my house.
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