Redman - Welcome To Gilla House lyrics

[Hook] It ain't the way you walk That makes you a gangsta It ain't the way you talk That makes you a gangsta No matter now many guns you got You ain't no gangsta Cause you ain't gon' bust no shots And that ain't gangsta [Verse One] Me and the mic like Adam and Eve Getting y'all nose open like Claritin D I'm back in the basement, the black Julio Iglesias Got hoes that's not high maintenance Can you taste it? Bricks in the air So next year, they elect Doc for mayor Whoever the king now, give up the crown And don't fumble when you running for touchdowns I'm one quarterback that can throw the bomb That's why half my arm is golden bronze Over a hundred yards sh** I even hit the man in the stand, yelling hot dog Believe it, my rhyming is good Each Row is d**h like it is signed to Suge I'm one hot n***a you can find in the hood So don't find your punk a** lying in the woods Dead and stinking, L.O.D. back on the map, we linking There's gonna be a lot of funerals and Lincolns Keith Murray got his sh** together so f** you and whoever Gillahouse, that's the code I spit fire like that dude that won Next Episode Stop drop and roll while Bricks unload Muddy Waters, who next to get IKSRFO! [Gov-Matic Interlude] {beat change} [Verse Two] Chicks know I'mma freak on the low Doc like Saddam, you can find me in the hole In the bed, they say "Red tied me to the post f**ed my brains out." With your hands on my throat I know they like the way I rock the boat Wax a**, my dick squirt Mop N Glo Mob Double O, I'm in the traffic dipping You trying to win a Benz with a raffle ticket But you can have the car and the j**els I don't need material to put fire to you fools I started young Made my umbilical cord a guitar and my mother's stomach a drum Made my first hit when I was three months Celebrated, left my mom throwing up Funk Doctor, don't spit he throw it up Like a fo' fo' built in my lower gut Yeah, one time for you motherf**ing n***as Yeah, one time for you motherf**ing b**hes Yeah, one time for you motherf**ing n***as Yeah, one time for you motherf**ing b**hes I'mma show you how to smoke now, my blunts fat and then yo' a** fat So b**h let's go f** I'mma show you how to smoke now, my blunts fat and then yo' a** fat So b**h let's go f** [Verse Three] Yo, pins and needles, needles and pins A happy n***a, is a happy n***a that sins I'm like Jackie Chan in the hand with pens Mixed with Jet Li and Anthony Anderson My clientele is Seinfeld status My rap quotables, best thing since Hamlet I'm in the hood like Planned Parent Bust a nut, get up and put her on ma** transit Redman is in the house motherf**er I put the infra red dot to your trucker I'm underground, I live out of bunker This ain't the world of Willy Wonka It's the Bricks n***a