Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gilla House Check, artist - Redman.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gilla House Check |
UK, Big Ben and all that fuckin' bullshit |
(Gilla House, ya heard?) |
You fucking Muppets, you fucking cunts! |
(Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let’s go!) |
Yo, yo |
Muscle my way in, '07's mine |
Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime |
Pull up a Coupe a color niggas can’t find |
Plasma TV on the mirror outside |
I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down |
From Vietnam that look like Nia Long |
I’m hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz |
To hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs |
You got chubby? |
I got chubby too |
Me starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView |
You funny, I flood the area tsunami |
Wash out the weak niggas, then I tag 'em _Dry Me_ |
I’m married to the game, the bride’s 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 in-shurrr, it’s the principality |
Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn |
Nigga 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’mma 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 |
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 five |
Gilla House — check, Brick City — check |
89 — check, cash yo — check |
«They don’t give a fuck about what y’all niggas doin» |
If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up |
And if you find it I got 10 on the dub |
I’m hard to find like pickin weed out a rug |
I’m worldwide fool, I don’t care about a buzz |
Dawn of the Red, goin for the bread |
I got pitbulls hooked on to a sled |
My block’ll riot like they shot Cornbread |
The Pres’ll find a missile with a foreign head |
KABOOM! |
Guess who stepped in the room? |
Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumn |
Then all of a sudden, you get it in the end |
Like Kane from Marlena cousin, I’m a menace |
I was broke as hell, first time I made it |
Now e’rything I own is voice activated |
Boy I’m lyin, I’m just tryin to make cheddar |
Cause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together |
Gilla House — check, Wu-Tang — check |
White tee — check, Nike Air — check |
When we said we number one — we lied |
We number one two three four AND five |
Gilla House — check, Uptown — check |
Purple haze — check, cash yo — check |
«They don’t give a fuck about what y’all niggas doin» |