house Yo Crew up in da house Yo Yo Crew up in da house We got Crew up in da house We got da mad Maaad Crew up in da house WKYA Where all my peoples
's my name, Meth, his name's Doc Just like urban See me in the gran' transportation splurgin' Drivin' with a turban who push a black suburban Come on, we rollin' windows half down through the urban Network law lay it down
[Intro] + (Redman) Get a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!) (Gilla House!) Okay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit (Gilla House, ya heard?) You fuckin
da Maaad Maaad Crew up in da house Yo Crew up in da house Yo yo Crew up in da house We got Crew up in da house We got da Maaad Maaad Crew up in da house
The junkies like my coke, Doctors, and Lawyers too They in, and out here all day lookin' for the right Peru I use to do it too but I had to let it go
your best friend's house And it's not hot that I can't even go out with my girlfriends Without you trackin' me down You need to chill out with that mess
the Carolina Birddog AKA Ginboy, Mister Ginboy, y'all know what it is I got my man gotto in the house tonight I got my homeboy Bryan in the house tonight
fool for love (I'm just a, just a) Man, I was sure I had Ms. Perfect, I was settling down Through fuckin' round most the time I stayed at her house Spent
Man, how I don't want do these catz I lay mousetraps for those mice house niggas that house gats They want to out me, I know killers from down south
them niggas need to get in position And go on and hate me if you gotta Gotta meal won't you have a plate, I'll have you wait Go on and sit inside my
other niggaz pop is irrelevant I rock the shit that's hot but got the ice to cool it down In the town when I screw around non-believers layin' down Still
room Dogg House, you know Short Dog peep game, come on I'm ridin' down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets No beer-belly fool, we get it all
don't want no mo' But she still down wit me 'cuz I raised that hoe Found a bitch in East Oakland broke silly and young Don't let her fool ya playa, she
Hell, yeah We got Ant Banks in the house Peewee in the house, Goldie in the house And we damn sure got Short Dawg in the house And I am the forever lastin
nothin' but anger We don't go to church and can't pray in school Listen real close to what I'm sayin' fool I know kids who went to school together Now
the end? (Bitch-ass nigga) You like that shit? (Hell yeah) Damn, you like that, nigga You a fool (Tore his ass up) Banks you a fool for that (Fuck
You're sittin on leather watchin big screens Bought by the dope fiends Smokin, and what about the brother wit the good jobs Savin money, and workin hard Bought a house
trunk, in, in the trunk In the trunk beating down the block In the trunk, in, in the trunk In the trunk, in, in the trunk In the trunk beating down