Lyrics
Okay, here go the house I was telling y'all about
That motherfucker right there. They be trippin' in there, but don't nobody live in there
It's empty. Listen, real quiet and you can hear some shit going on in there
I ain't scared. I ain't scared though. Come on, let's go up in that bitch
I ain't scared. You down? Yeah, I'm down like Brandy
Let's go take a trip. Oh, he's in it
Dang, girl, watch your step, you'll bust your ass
You're too high, girl. I don't still don't hear nothing
I thought you said it don't be something. No, I'm not lying
Get your ears checked. Oh, shit
Oh, look over there. Look, look, look, look
Oh, shit. You just see a young, cute, groovy man
Nigga, what is that? Come on, nigga, let's go
Oh, look, it's a whole gang of dudes
Told you that, you stupid motherfucker
Come on, nigga. Let's all pick one
Nigga, shut up. Stop stuttering, mother fucker
Fuck you. What's y'all in that door?
I don't know, nigga. Let's go
Mr. President. Hey. This is the G-Child
Space Gertiz. I'm back, baby. Yes, I'm back
And, Mr. President, you're not chilling in the house, baby
You're not chilling in the house. You know why? Huh? Huh?
Should I tell you? You know why? Yeah
Because you're, you're, you're, you're chilling in the shed
Biatch
This is the shed. This is how we act
Caps IP. Back to my shtick
This is the shed. This is how we act
Caps IP. Back to my shtick
It's your motherfuckin' third letter of your alphabet
Put knife at the end of it. It's a nigga you can't get with
Funky styles, I be showin', niggas
I be blowin', niggas. Straight out they socks
Because the dove shack is comin' more twisted than dreadlocks
Now, plot on the shack if you want to
But if you get caught slippin', we will be dippin'
Down your block, just a street sweep, you'll spot a nigga
But you can still follow along. Grab ahold of my nut sack
Because I got the doja. Oh, I haven't told you