My House
Warren G Lyrics


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You may be black, you may be white, you may be Jew or gentile
It don't make a difference in our house

My house
My, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my
(In the middle of the street)
My house
My, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my
(In the middle of the street)
My house

My house, my pool, my sofa, my couch, my roof, my ceiling
My floors, not yours
My cars, my bikes, my rings, my yard, my hood, my corner, my gang
(My house)
Niggas don't play around
My killas will lay you down
My city, my town
Nigga, that's my stomping ground
My streets, my homies, my turf
My people since birth
With heaters under they t-shirt

My house
My, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my
(In the middle of the street)
My house
My, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my
(In the middle of the street)
My house

My hoes, my caddy, my foes
My drink, my smoke, my suicide doors
Kush blowin', remy pourin'
Don't trip, you know where all my hoes bin hehe yeah
My plaques, my chauffeur , my chandelier
My mirrors, my dishes, my silverware
My silk, my leather, my suede
My steak, my milk, my bacon, my eggs

My house
My, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my
(In the middle of the street)
My house
My, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my
(In the middle of the street)
My house

My carpet, my pillows, my rug
My marble, my granite, my wood
My curtain, my shades, my blinds
As far as my eyes can see, it's all (My house)
My sink, my closet, my minks
My socks, my draws, my charms, my links
My bank, my money, my savings
My burner on my waist when people trying to run in (My house)

My house
My, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my
(In the middle of the street)
My house
My, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my
(In the middle of the street)
My house





My house

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "My House" by Warren G feat. Nate Dogg express a sense of ownership and pride over one's personal space and possessions. The repeated phrase "My house" highlights the artist's assertion of control and dominion over everything within their surroundings. The song emphasizes that it doesn't matter who you are or where you come from; once you step into their house, none of those external factors hold any significance.


Throughout the song, the lyrics list various items and aspects that belong to the artist, such as the house itself, pool, sofa, cars, bikes, rings, and more. These possessions are presented as symbols of success and power. The artists also assert their authority and territoriality over their neighborhood, describing it as their stomping ground and proudly referring to it as "my city, my town."


While the lyrics may come across as boastful and materialistic, they also reflect a sense of protection and loyalty to their community. The mention of "killers" and "heaters under they t-shirt" suggests a willingness to defend their home and their people, portraying themselves as the guardians of their territory.


Overall, "My House" is a declaration of ownership, pride, and territoriality, emphasizing the artist's sense of control over their personal space and possessions.


Line by Line Meaning

You may be black, you may be white, you may be Jew or gentile
No matter your race or religion, all are welcome in our house


It don't make a difference in our house
Everyone is treated equally in our house


My house, my pool, my sofa, my couch, my roof, my ceiling
Everything in this house belongs to me


My floors, not yours
The floors are mine, not yours


My cars, my bikes, my rings, my yard, my hood, my corner, my gang
All the cars, bikes, rings, and territories belong to me and my gang


(My house) Niggas don't play around
People don't mess around in my house


My killers will lay you down
My hired assassins will take care of anyone who crosses me


My city, my town
The entire city and town belong to me


Nigga, that's my stomping ground
That area is where I have complete control


My streets, my homies, my turf
The streets, my friends, and the territory belong to me


My people since birth
I've known these people since I was born


With heaters under their t-shirt
They carry concealed weapons under their shirts


My hoes, my caddy, my foes
The women, the Cadillac, and even the enemies are under my control


My drink, my smoke, my suicide doors
The alcohol, drugs, and the car with suicide doors all belong to me


Kush blowin', remy pourin'
Smoking marijuana and pouring Remy Martin


Don't trip, you know where all my hoes been
No need to worry, I know everything about my women


Hehe yeah, my plaques, my chauffeur, my chandelier
My music awards, my personal driver, and the fancy chandelier belong to me


My mirrors, my dishes, my silverware
All the mirrors, dishes, and silverware in the house are mine


My silk, my leather, my suede
All the clothing made of silk, leather, and suede are mine


My steak, my milk, my bacon, my eggs
The steak, milk, bacon, and eggs are all mine


My carpet, my pillows, my rug
All the carpet, pillows, and rugs in the house belong to me


My marble, my granite, my wood
The marble, granite, and wood furnishings are all mine


My curtain, my shades, my blinds
The curtains, shades, and blinds are all mine


As far as my eyes can see, it's all (My house)
Everything I see belongs to me


My sink, my closet, my minks
The sink, closet, and fur coats are all mine


My socks, my drawers, my charms, my links
The socks, underwear, jewelry, and chains are all mine


My bank, my money, my savings
The bank account, money, and savings are all mine


My burner on my waist when people trying to run in (My house)
I carry a gun on my waist to protect my house


My house
This is my house, my domain




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Songtrust Ave
Written by: Nathaniel Hale, Warren Griffin

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Comments from YouTube:

@TheYoungTega

I really love that Warren never left his G-Funk style for some commercial shit. A true legend right here. Nate would be proud of this. 213!

@jamescook7104

Yes

@Dee_Nice89

Warren G stayin true to the G-Funk 💯

@cycu9354

Old School is back! Rap still live! Thank u Warren G! R.I.P BIG NATE DOGG

@beyondalldreams

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@cycu9354

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@Imiceylol

ye rip

@rtnproducer

G Dub is keepin' it G-Funk! Salute to the realest, representin' G-Funk since I heard it!

R.I.P. Nate Dogg

@IMBeatzProduction

0:51 WTF is Jack Sparrow doin' there behind on the left  :D

@shop4shopkins270

I have no idea lol

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