Whose House Slim The Mobster (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

[Intro]
(DJ RPM)
(Dirty Money Niggas)

[Chorus: Slim The Mobster]
Uh, whose house is this?
Money out the ying-yang, can't count that shit
Stackin' dead prez, mouth to mouth that shit
When they said a nigga wouldn't amount to shit
Now whose house is this?
Laughin' so hard, my tongue is out and shit
Run your dick-sucker, keep me out that bitch
'Fore I spazz and squirt, and I'm out that bitch (RPM)

[Verse 1: Slim The Mobster]
Broadcastin' 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 gon' need bandages if I brandish it
Ambulances, the chance that you make it, slim, nigga
I'm good in the hood 'cause I motivated them niggas
I graduated from dumb hoes and malt liquor
To expensive wine and dime bitches
Redlinin' the DB9 like it's my time, pimpin'
Audemars with the sickest shine, quality time spendin'
And you niggas is borderline bitches, that's my opinion
And my niggas is ride or die, Aftermath my religion
Talk loud, but I don't listen, act out and come up missin'
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, I'll Rick James a nigga couch and shit