[Interlude]
...fuckin' house, I'm in your fuckin' house
You live down Moore Street, my n***a
I'm, I'm in your crib, eating up the snacks, looking for the string cheese
I'm fucking your spouse, n***a
While you at work being a staff sergeant, or whatever type shit that grown ass white n***as do
I'm in your house, n***a, I'm in your house
I'm fuckin' on your fuckin' PAWG of a wife
I'm in your house laying the fuckin' pipe
She come and see me because you don't do it right
I'm in your fuckin' house, I'm in your fuckin' house, looking for the financial payment
I'm lookin' for your social security number, I'm gonna steal your identity
I'm gonna steal your identity and I'm gonna take everything you have away from you
I'm in your fuckin' house, I'm in your fucking crib
I'm in your fucking house, I just keyed your car
When you pull up, your truck, your big dumbass truck is gonna be keyed
I'm in your fuckin' house, G, I'm in your fuckin' house
When you hear this, I want you to look behind you
And I want you to know that I have stood in the same place that you were just looking at, because I'm in your fuckin' house, G
Just ask your spouse, I'm in your fuckin' house, I'm in your fucking house