Lyrics
Gilla House (Yeah)
We take it from the top like this, nigga (Yeah)
Yo
Redman back in bidness like E.P.'em
D whips I drive, I gotta T.V. 'em
I tore New York down, so B.B. King 'em
Found my way back home like E.T. finger
I rock the arena (Yeah), you know the drill
Get high, get drunk, grab a ho and chill
Eat a meal, then back to the hood for more action
Promotin' Red Gone Wild with no back end
Doc get five on the mic like Joe Jackson (Woo)
Foreign bitches feelin' me for my accent
Talk like a boss, I can't complain
When I do it, it's big like Fulton and St. James
I got Brick City, even D.C. bitches (What up?)
They all steal for me out of P.C. Richards
I move like a pimp, but I'm far from one
Like Lil' Weeze, I got army guns, gimme one, nigga
One (Yeah), and here comes the two to the three and four
And here comes the three (Yeah), to the two and (Gimme one, nigga)
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
And here comes the three (Yeah), to the two and (Gimme one, nigga)
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
And here comes the three (Yeah), to the two and (Gimme one, nigga)
One, and here comes the two to the three
And four (Haha, yeah, da, da-da, da-da)
Yo, yo
If you don't like me, fuck you, I flex one muscle
Doc got more effects than Kung Fu Hustle
I'm uptown buyin' the purp' (What up?)
Lookin' cut clean, jeans, Moschin', designer shirt
Redman fell off, what the talks about?
I wasn't lettin' y'all swim when the shark was out
Rollin' red carpet out, it's Jersey
Me and Em togethers like Little Seymour and Big Percy (Yeah)
I knew women from high school that picked on me (Come on)
Now I see 'em, they all wanna lick on me
I'm hood down, homie, rock like Bon Jovi
I can work the night shift like Yvonne Mobley (Yeah)
Brick City boy, my flow is on fire
Disagree, I go in your mouth like botox
Picked up Pete Rock, nigga, we all cool
Hit the highway and ask, "Is the CL smooth, nigga?"
One (Yeah), and here comes the two to the three and four (Yeah)
And here comes the three (Yeah), to the two and (Gimme one, nigga)
One, and here comes the two to the three and four (Aw, man, nigga)
And here comes the three (Yeah), to the two and (Gimme one, nigga)
One, and here comes the two to the three and four (Yes, sir)
And here comes the three (Yeah), to the two and (Gimme one, nigga)
One, and here comes the two to the three and
Four (Gilla House, niggas, da, da-da, da-da)
Yo
Your style might be Parkay, but mine butter
That bitch can't break no bread, then why fuck her?
I'm kinda cocky, homeboy, did I stutter?
I popped the umbilical cord of my mother
I jumped out the womb
I became a whale that's hard to harpoon, I need more room
The hood love me, so I keep it real gully
I got handsome, but my flow is still ugly
Turn the treble out the track and I'll G it (Yeah)
The lines in my rhyme is longer than IKEA
I stay on my grind, but when I come up with an idea
Then yeah, it's party over here (Woo)
It's five years I disappeared, but I'm back
And tell Nino Brown and Em that I'm crack
Grab my bozack, middle finger is up
I got your grandma givin' it up, gimme one, nigga
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
And here comes the three (Yeah), to the two and (Gimme one, nigga)
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
And here comes the three (Yeah), to the two and (Gimme one, nigga)
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
And here comes the three (Yeah), to the two and (Gimme one, nigga)
One, and here comes the two to the
Three and four (Yeah, da, da-da, da-da)