Pete Rock - In the House lyrics

[Intro] I'd like to...introduce myself Check it out and give me my 'spect (4x) [Verse 1: CL Smooth] 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 CL is s**tified 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 bu*t Now feel the muscle when I hustle in the bedsheets Cause my manly treats can hit the fridge for more sweet 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 sh** come in pairs, and bounce em in the house y'all [Hook] Pete Rock is in the house, CL is in the house [Verse 2: Pete Rock] 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 n***as in the penile Now umm, 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 CL Smooth to the utmost From coast to coast, the music makes you overdose You fiend, for the gangsta lean, I makes you scream Rugged Bro Soul on the scene A.k.a. 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: CL Smooth] 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 prints 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 CL 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 [Outro] Pete Rock is in the house, CL is in the house (4X) Check it out, give me my 'spect (8X) Pete Rock is in the house, CL is in the house.. (10X)