Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gilla House Check , by - Redman. Release date: 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» |