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