| Hit the lights and I appear beyond the stratosphere of Meccable function
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| and if you’re pretty let your lady sleep in Carmel City
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| Begin and end the day on Lennon hunts for beachfronts
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| to lit blunts, now all agreed we’re sippin OJ with the Dom P
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| Bounce and bring it like it counts to be Luccified
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| CL is sextified and women spell me nationwide
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| You say you want my lips where and I can grab your what?
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| I love your hips legs breasts faces with the firm butt
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| Now feel the muscle when I hustle in the bedsheets
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| Cause my manly treats can hit the fridge for more sweet
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| SPLASH, and let me do my thing til it’s hot and sweaty
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| Reload the CamCorder, I guess by then you’ll be ready
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| Cause All My Children got One Life to Live
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| But knockin wifey out the box is clearly a negative
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| I’m in rugged wears with fancy facial wears
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| and all the real shit come in pairs, and bounce em in the house y’all
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| Pete Rock, is in the house. |
| CL, is in the house.
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| Back again, I’m here to win, to bust rhymes on beats again
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| Copycats and rugrats, sit back and watch a champion
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| It’s time to wreck shop and show the world I’m true to hip-hop
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| So check the style and peace to niggaz in the penile
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| Now umm, it’s the original Funky Chicken tactic
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| I run game on your brain for the fame cause I’m active
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| You try to follow in my footsteps, you can’t do it
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| I’m pullin your card it ain’t hard, I don’t have to prove it
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| It’s Pete Rock and CL Smooth to the utmost
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| From coast to coast, the music makes you overdose
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| You fiend, for the gangsta lean, I makes you scream
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| Rugged Bro Soul on the scene
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| a.k.a. the funk doer, numero uno, that means
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| number one I get the job done plus I pack a gun
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| So run, and tell your peoples you’ll be on the lookout
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| It’s all about «Who's in the House?"with the funk
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| Pete Rock, is in the house. |
| CL, is in the house.
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| Money up steps the new era of my lyrical terror
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| Funkadelic for lightin up spots ever since little tots
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| When the dust settle I’m packin heavy metal plenty
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| The drop’ll slaughter many, strictly off illegal entry
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| It’s elementary Watson, I drive a Benz not a Datsun
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| Before my kicks hit the stage, we’ve been Foot Lock-in
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| Body rockin to keep the ladies flockin with a concoction
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| Rippin your blouse for no less than arrest in Morehouse
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| My teeth prints where my knife slits, we train em
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| and scar em like pits, off vibes of the Mecca joint
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| Vibe to position, never runnin out of ammunition
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| Now to the heart, I’m steppin with a concealed weapon
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| Nothing’s calm when the bomb blaze you know the phrase
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| It’s Pete Rock and CL Smooth knockin nowadays
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| Eastside kid, you don’t want none, so catch a relay
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| I’m lettin off on anybody tryin to steal my DJ
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| Pete Rock, is in the house. |
| CL, is in the house.
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| Check it out, give me my 'spect
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| Pete Rock, is in the house. |
| CL, is in the house. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In the House, artist - Pete Rock. Album song La Cliqua, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп