Gilla House Check - Album Version (Edited)

[Intro] + (Redman)

Get a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)(Gilla House!)

Okay? Big

Ben and all that fuckin bullshit(Gilla House, ya heard?)

You fuckin

Muppets, you fuckin cunts!(Gilla.. Gilla.. Gilla.. let's go!)[Redman]

Yo, yoMuscle my way in, old fathers mine

Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime

Pull up a

Coupe a color niggaz can't find

Plasma TV on the mirror outside

I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya downfrom

Vietnam that look like

Nia LongI'm hot, my collar stand up like

The FonzTo hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs

You got chubby?

I got chubby too

Me starve in the park, nigga you on

ComicViewYou funny,

I flood the area tsunami

Wash out the weak niggaz, then

I tag 'em _

Dry Me_I'm married to the game, the brass my music

When Brick's in the house, there's a problem

Houston!I guzzle

Crunk Juice to the neck

So when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr

Redman is shurrr, it's the principality

Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics

I burrrnNigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second

So I can bankrupt ya like,

Chapter 11

I'm the shit like

Janet Jackson undressin

Believe it, when

I quarterback you receive it

Same crib on

MTV Cribs mine

I ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine

I'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain

I'ma leave the same way

I came, that's thorough

I run up in your hood like 80 deep

Have it sound like _

Drumlines_ at

A&T, muh'fucker[Chorus: Redman]

Gilla House - check,

Def Squad - check

White tee - check,

Goretex - check

When we said we number one - we lied

We number one two three four

AND fiveGilla

House - check,

Brick City - check89 - check, cash yo - check"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin"{*scratch: "Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}[Redman]If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it upAnd if you find it I got 10 on the dubI'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rugI'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzzDawn of the Red, goin for the breadI got pitbulls hooked on to a sledMy block'll riot like they shot CornbreadThe Pres'll find a missile with a foreign headKABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumnThen all of a sudden, you get it in the endLike Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menaceI was broke as hell, first time I made itNow e'rything I own is voice activatedBoy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddarCause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together[Chorus: Redman]Gilla House - check, Wu-Tang - checkWhite tee - check, Nike Air - checkWhen we said we number one - we liedWe number one two three four AND fiveGilla House - check, Uptown - checkPurple haze - check, cash yo - check"

They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin"{*scratch: "

Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}