Crooked I - On the House lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Brooklyn I'm in the booth doin' my Joell Ortiz dance Ah, ah, ah Hahaa [Verse 1: Crooked I] Ever since I started hanging with Slim Shady, it's making the pigs hate me They racist as Dick Cheney; scared to shake my hand and like maybe they get rabies They're angry this sh**s crazy So I'm f**ing their hoes, their ladies get mixed babies I live mainly like a role in a script Written for somebody who holdin' his dick That mean I never let a b**h play me, ay me? I'm off beat, stop it Young Buck You're not hip to the flow fallin' in awkward pockets Like the small one in top hip dumbf** (Crook keep going) Teach your cla** while the speakers blast New n***as out there eatin' a**; bottoms up like they're drinkin' gla** Sinkin' fast, not on no battleship I'm not on no battle sh** I'm the king of spazz, ripping beats in half The backroom to the cypher, n***a you name it For Funk Flex, to weight scale, n***a you name it (Keep going) Hey you b**h n***as givin' me hell Your body lean, when the shotty ring Like freedom and crack, you're like the Liberty Bell A 180 spin then he fell I'm givin' my enemies L's No disrespect, but I send them to where the Kennedy's dwell Sick as a Young Ozzy, Osbourne I's born to be a kamikaze, that's airborne Pop You like Asti Spumante Body meet the concrete then I creep, then co*k beat your auntie in rare form Lames I never care for 'em I'm callin' shots from a lawn chair with a air horn Goin' hard on them hoes If I sock-her it's part of my goals, call it carnival closed You've been fair warned I even put a 187 on your spouse Like she got aids/s**m on her mouth That's on the house! [Interlude: Joell Ortiz] Ay Crook, that's how you feel huh? I can dig it my G House gang This one's on the house fellas [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Hey Crook I'm doin' my dance too It's all head and shoulders, no shampoo Beaver gang, who f**ing with my damn crew? Why the lights flickering? Why the amp blew? Cause I'm in this b**h, motherf**er, give me my chant (woo!) Yaowa, I'm right at home I recite a poem From inside my bone marrow narrow the microphone Kings down to fall like you crawling tryin' to get out the door But blaze behave, while we let the gasoline gallons pour Better than whoever you pointing at So though I'm not done, like a marijuana cypher, bring this joint back Hey Crook I'm doin' my dance too It's all head and shoulders, god damn boo, you lickin' on the bamboo stick, sugar Prissy b**h, look where my dick took her Don't walk with your nose in the air, if you got big boogers Puerto Rican 6 footers, sick shooter 38 special with the speed loader, they call me quick nuqquh Knick pusher, turn thick booker, rhyme spit, cooker Slice and dice rap beef, I'm the clique's butcher Got Gotham city going insane I'll come out the bat cave holding a cane Everyone remain calm, I'm Bruce Wayne Where the f** is Bane!?! Maintain stamina, my AK caliber flow And say hello and push your brainwaves out of you mang See how you ride with your handlebars off of your frame Throw grenades to your crib, bang: Housegang In came the truth in 'em, out came you lames We don't play the skinny jeans and the blouse game We just tryna feast; bon Apetit Your Chinese prisoners gonna eat: chow mein b**h n***a, tryna stop the kids figures And I'll put 'cho a** on a plate, like a pinch hitter Don't try to rob DeNiro from Ben Stiller Cause I'll meet you Fockers with a cold right, that's a chinchilla