作词 : Morante, Noble, Pignatelli ...
[Intro] + (Redman)
Get a ****in bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)(Gilla House!)
Okay? Big 
Ben and all that ****in bullshit(Gilla House, ya heard?)
You ****in 
Muppets, you ****in cunts!(Gilla.. Gilla.. Gilla.. let's go!)[Redman]
Yo, yoMuscle my way in, old fathers mine
Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime
Pull up a 
Coupe a color niggaz can't find
Plasma TV on the mirror outside
I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya downfrom 
Vietnam that look like 
Nia LongI'm hot, my collar stand up like 
The FonzTo hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs
You got chubby? 
I got chubby too
Me starve in the park, nigga you on 
ComicViewYou funny, 
I flood the area tsunami
Wash out the weak niggaz, then 
I tag 'em _
Dry Me_I'm married to the game, the brass my music
When Brick's in the house, there's a problem 
Houston!I guzzle 
Crunk Juice to the neck
So when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr
Redman is shurrr, it's the principality
Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics 
I burrrnNigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second
So I can bankrupt ya like, 
Chapter 11
I'm the shit like 
Janet Jackson undressin
Believe it, when 
I quarterback you receive it
Same crib on 
MTV Cribs mine
I ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine
I'm back muh'****er, so up your chain
I'ma leave the same way 
I came, that's thorough
I run up in your hood like 80 deep
Have it sound like _
Drumlines_ at 
A&T, muh'****er[Chorus: Redman]
Gilla House - check, 
Def Squad - check
White tee - check, 
Goretex - check
When we said we number one - we lied
We number one two three four 
AND fiveGilla 
House - check, 
Brick City - check89 - check, cash yo - check"They don't give a **** about what y'all niggaz doin"{*scratch: "Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}[Redman]If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it upAnd if you find it I got 10 on the dubI'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rugI'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzzDawn of the Red, goin for the breadI got pitbulls hooked on to a sledMy block'll riot like they shot CornbreadThe Pres'll find a missile with a foreign headKABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumnThen all of a sudden, you get it in the endLike Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menaceI was broke as hell, first time I made itNow e'rything I own is voice activatedBoy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddarCause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together[Chorus: Redman]Gilla House - check, Wu-Tang - checkWhite tee - check, Nike Air - checkWhen we said we number one - we liedWe number one two three four AND fiveGilla House - check, Uptown - checkPurple haze - check, cash yo - check"
They don't give a **** about what y'all niggaz doin"{*scratch: "
Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}