| Yo, when I spit my rhymes, we gonna get you
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| To bump the music to break your neck to You want the hard shit, nigga let me connect you
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| It’s 1−800-YO-GILLA; |
| feel me flow
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| I open doors for the newcomers
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| I show you how to rock the mic, pull yo’pants up and do somethin
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| I lay my hats where my boots stompin
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| Whether Jersey or Australia with kangaroo jumpin
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| Yeah, I feel that hip-hop's gone
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| My pen catch attitudes, it cry in a song
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| I laugh cause I’m a vet, and still get the guap as strong
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| as any nigga, I ain’t alarmed
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| Yes y’all, it’s the Doc, I’m back on my business
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| With jizz for, real niggaz and my bitches
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| I got my hands on my steerin wheel and stick shift
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| Drivin by nigga, pissin on yo’picnic
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| One time for your motherfuckin mind
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| One time for your motherfuckin mind
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| One time for your motherfuckin mind
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| Gilla House, is back in the buildin
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| Yo, yo I’m back on my grizzly, set the bear trap
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| We don’t work for Nike but sure can +Air+ a mac
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| My pen game tight in the hood like hair wraps
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| You a +40 Year Old Virgin+, gettin hair waxed
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| Now, Reggie Noble '07 internation-al
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| My girl got guns in her speghetti-strap gown
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| If you love hip-hop, where my people at now?
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| Relax now, got it mapped down, Gilla House
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| I jump in the crowd (ohhhhhhhhhh!)
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| Whenever I do it I do it loud, grown man style
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| Since I was a child butt-naked
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| I knew I would grow to be the one on record
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| w/ ad libs
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| Ride nigga! |