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In the House

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth•Official Audio (YouTube API)

Lyrics

Check it out and give me my 'spect

Hit the lights and I appear beyond the stratosphere of Meccable function

And if you're pretty, let your lady sleep in Carmel City

Begin and end the day on Lennon hunts for beachfronts

To lit blunts, now all agreed we're sippin' OJ with the Dom P

Bounce and bring it like it counts to be Luccified

C.L. is sextified and women spell me nationwide

You say you want my lips where, and I can grab your what?

I love your hips, legs, breasts, faces, with the firm butt

Now feel the muscle when I hustle in the bedsheets

'Cause my manly treats can hit the fridge for more sweets

Splash, and let me do my thing 'til it's hot and sweaty

Reload the camcorder, I guess by then you'll be ready

'Cause All My Children got One Life to Live

But knockin' wifey out the box is clearly a negative

I'm in rugged wears with fancy facial wears

And all the real shit come in pairs, and bounce 'em in the house y'all

(You got it going on) Pete Rock is in the house, (when you on this song) C.L. is in the house

Back again, I'm here to win, to bust rhymes on beats again

Copycats and rugrats, sit back and watch a champion

It's time to wreck shop and show the world I'm true to hip-hop

So check the style and peace to niggas in the penile

Now um, it's the original Funky Chicken tactic

I run game on your brain for the fame 'cause I'm active

You try to follow in my footsteps, you can't do it

I'm pullin' your card it ain't hard, I don't have to prove it

It's Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth to the utmost

From coast to coast, the music makes you overdose

You fiend, for the gangsta lean, I makes you scream

Rugged raw soul on the scene

AKA the funk doer, numero uno, that means

Number one, I get the job done, plus I pack a gun

So run, and tell your peoples you'll be on the lookout

It's all about "Who's in the House?" with the funk

(You got it going on) Pete Rock is in the house, (when you on this song) C.L. is in the house

Money up steps the new era of my lyrical terror

Funkadelic for lightin' up spots ever since little tots

When the dust settle, I'm packin' heavy metal plenty

The drop'll slaughter many, strictly off illegal entry

It's elementary Watson, I drive a Benz not a Datsun

Before my kicks hit the stage, we've been Foot Locking

Body rockin' to keep the ladies flockin' with a concoction

Rippin' your blouse for no less than arrest in Morehouse

My teeth grits where my knife slits, we train 'em

And scar 'em like pits, off vibes of the Mecca joint

Vibe to position, never runnin' out of ammunition

Now to the heart, I'm steppin' with a concealed weapon

Nothing's calm when the bomb blaze, you know the phrase

It's Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth knockin' nowadays

Eastside kid, you don't want none, so catch a relay

I'm lettin' off on anybody tryin' to steal my DJ

(You got it going on) Pete Rock is in the house, (when you on this song) C.L. is in the house

Check it out and give me my 'spect

(You got it going on) Pete Rock is in the house, (when you on this song) C.L. is in the house

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In the House

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