| UK, Big Ben and all that fuckin' bullshit
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| (Gilla House, ya heard?)
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| You fucking Muppets, you fucking cunts!
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| (Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let’s go!)
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| Yo, yo
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| Muscle my way in, '07's mine
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| Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime
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| Pull up a Coupe a color niggas can’t find
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| Plasma TV on the mirror outside
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| I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down
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| From Vietnam that look like Nia Long
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| I’m hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz
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| To hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs
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| You got chubby? |
| I got chubby too
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| Me starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView
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| You funny, I flood the area tsunami
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| Wash out the weak niggas, then I tag 'em _Dry Me_
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| I’m married to the game, the bride’s my music
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| When Brick’s in the house, there’s a problem Houston!
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| I guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck
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| So when I walk in the party ain’t nobody gon' do shurrr
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| Redman in-shurrr, it’s the principality
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| Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn
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| Nigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second
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| So I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11
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| I’m the shit like Janet Jackson undressin
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| Believe it, when I quarterback you receive it
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| Same crib on MTV Cribs mine
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| I ain’t lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine
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| I’m back muh’fucker, so up your chain
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| I’mma leave the same way I came, that’s thorough
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| I run up in your hood like 80 deep
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| Have it sound like _Drumlines_ at A&T, muh’fucker
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| Gilla House — check, Def Squad — check
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| White tee — check, Goretex — check
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| When we said we number one — we lied
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| We number one two three four AND five
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| Gilla House — check, Brick City — check
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| 89 — check, cash yo — check
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| «They don’t give a fuck about what y’all niggas doin»
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| If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up
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| And if you find it I got 10 on the dub
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| I’m hard to find like pickin weed out a rug
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| I’m worldwide fool, I don’t care about a buzz
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| Dawn of the Red, goin for the bread
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| I got pitbulls hooked on to a sled
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| My block’ll riot like they shot Cornbread
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| The Pres’ll find a missile with a foreign head
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| KABOOM! |
| Guess who stepped in the room?
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| Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumn
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| Then all of a sudden, you get it in the end
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| Like Kane from Marlena cousin, I’m a menace
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| I was broke as hell, first time I made it
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| Now e’rything I own is voice activated
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| Boy I’m lyin, I’m just tryin to make cheddar
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| Cause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together
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| Gilla House — check, Wu-Tang — check
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| White tee — check, Nike Air — check
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| When we said we number one — we lied
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| We number one two three four AND five
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| Gilla House — check, Uptown — check
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| Purple haze — check, cash yo — check
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| «They don’t give a fuck about what y’all niggas doin» |