(feat. Melanie Rutherford)
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[Redman]
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Yeah... Brick City [echoes]
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Yeah...
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Gilla (yo) Gilla
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Yo, Brick City, when it comes to grabbin steel
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You could post me down low like Shaq O'Neil
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You'll be spittin what I spit when the day is over
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Tryin to be me in the mirror, sayin it over
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Yeah, he's all right, but you not real
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I'm a dog, shit I eat the food I steal
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Floors ain't dirty enough
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My game is like carryin shotguns and 21 rough
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Doctor, I'm like the war on drugs
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I don't stop, I'm all night vampire blood
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Underground {?}, since a kid
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I finger-painted in the mud, with dirty work gloves
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I'm in yo' college campus corridor
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You should call me Uno the way I (Draw Four)
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Brick City law, strip to your drawers
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Boy now I can pick up two pair from the mall
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It's time for Doc to check yo' ass nigga
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It ain't hard, it's an EZ Pass nigga
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For the paper, I'm offendin neighbors
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Runnin my label out an old Winnebago nigga!
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[Chorus: Melanie Rutherford]
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Ooooooh, shoulda knewwwww
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That we gon' briiiiing, that funk to youuuuu
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Gilla Houuuuse, is comin throuuuuugh
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And what you gonna doooooooooooooo-oooooooh, ahhh
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[Redman - over Chorus]
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Yeah.. the Brick City dawgs [barking]
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Yeah! Holla at your frogs
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Yeah, Uptown, Jersey, Brooklyn!
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[Redman]
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Shhhhhh, Gilla (Gilla) Gilla (Gilla)
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Yo, uh-oh, Redman back in your town
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You'll get drug nigga like wedding gowns
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After 12, whattup to Dogg Pound
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I roll out, like my earrings got ball bearings
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Give me a Grammy to show my mammy
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how I smash these Raggedy Ann and Andy's
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I prove that I never left the street
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I just knew I had to come back, with extra heat for y'all
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B-More, are ya ready? (ready ready)
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Colorado, are ya ready? (ready ready)
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I'm at your neck like a Doberman mouth
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with like 40 muh'fuckers out the covenant house - ya heard?
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Gilla House in the circuit
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And how we do it on purpose, only way to surface
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Def Squad is the foundation
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Three dawgs attached to 98 dalmations
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(Yeah, where them Gilla niggaz out at night, at night)
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You better run 'til you see the light, light
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Yo, I know I had you waitin
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But Death was chasin me and my eight friends for (Final Destination)
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[Chorus]
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[Redman - over Chorus]
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Yeah..
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Yeah! Yo E-Dub, this is hot nigga
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Yeah.. Brick City, Milwaukee, California
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Where ya at?
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[Interlude]
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Okay now, take off your shirt, and relax
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Let all your tensions out, just relax (Gilla)
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Just relax (Gilla, Gilla, Gilla)
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Just relax (Gilla, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla!)
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[Redman]
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Yo, I keep my ears to the street cause that's my job
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But even the streets can steer you wrong
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I'm walkin with one man above me
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Nuttin on my waist, but if it's on you hearin the palm
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You forgot I'm ten years deep, and out them ten years
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I got two weeks of sleep, and caffeine free
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Amazin right? I got a street team
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that'll get paid to snipe, yeah by any means
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I'm behind the curtain, my Betty Shabazz
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Hope I make it home; I invade alone
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Catch you in the truck, babblin on the phone
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I miss you, I stick up your chaperones
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It's a dirty dog world, say it louder
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Every (Friday) I'm bein chased by Craig's father
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That's why I'm on the low like pro
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And my file is too hi-tech to call next
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I got a heart the size of John Q's son
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And on the mic, I'm him times two of 'em
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Y'all niggaz get your shit together
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Cause Gilla House niggaz, prepare for whatever
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[Chorus: Melanie Rutherford (Redman)]
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Youuuuu, you shoulda knewwwww (yeah)
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That we gon' bring, got to that funk to you, to you
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Gilla Houuuuse, is comin through
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And what you bitch ass niggaz gonna do-do-do-do-do, ohh ohh (yeah)
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You and you and you, you shoulda knewwwww (Gilla House nigga!)
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That we got to bring, that funk, to you you you
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Gilla Houuuuse (yeah) is comin through
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Annnnnnd what your crew gonna do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
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[Redman] Gilla House
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