Welcome To Gilla House

[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 Shit I even hit the man in the stand, yelling hot dog Believe it, my rhyming is good Each Row is Death like it is signed to Suge I'm one hot nigga you can find in the hood So don't find your punk ass 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 shit together so fuck 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 [?] [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 Fucked my brains out." With your hands on my throat I know they like the way I rock the boat Wax ass, 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 jewels 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 motherfucking niggas Yeah, one time for you motherfucking bitches Yeah, one time for you motherfucking niggas Yeah, one time for you motherfucking bitches I'mma show you how to smoke now, my blunts fat and then yo' ass fat So bitch let's go fuck I'mma show you how to smoke now, my blunts fat and then yo' ass fat So bitch let's go fuck [Verse Three] Yo, pins and needles, needles and pins A happy nigga, is a happy nigga 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 mass transit Redman is in the house motherfucker 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 nigga