| Song | Gilla House Check - Album Version (Edited) |
| Artist | Redman |
| Album | Red Gone Wild |
| 作词 : Morante, Noble, Pignatelli ... | |
| [Intro] + (Redman) | |
| Get a ****in bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)(Gilla House!) | |
| Okay? Big | |
| Ben and all that ****in bullshit(Gilla House, ya heard?) | |
| You ****in | |
| Muppets, you ****in cunts!(Gilla.. Gilla.. Gilla.. let's go!)[Redman] | |
| Yo, yoMuscle my way in, old fathers mine | |
| Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime | |
| Pull up a | |
| Coupe a color niggaz can't find | |
| Plasma TV on the mirror outside | |
| I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya downfrom | |
| Vietnam that look like | |
| Nia LongI'm hot, my collar stand up like | |
| The FonzTo hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs | |
| You got chubby? | |
| I got chubby too | |
| Me starve in the park, nigga you on | |
| ComicViewYou funny, | |
| I flood the area tsunami | |
| Wash out the weak niggaz, then | |
| I tag 'em _ | |
| Dry Me_I'm married to the game, the brass my music | |
| When Brick's in the house, there's a problem | |
| Houston!I guzzle | |
| Crunk Juice to the neck | |
| So when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr | |
| Redman is shurrr, it's the principality | |
| Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics | |
| I burrrnNigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second | |
| So I can bankrupt ya like, | |
| Chapter 11 | |
| I'm the shit like | |
| Janet Jackson undressin | |
| Believe it, when | |
| I quarterback you receive it | |
| Same crib on | |
| MTV Cribs mine | |
| I ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine | |
| I'm back muh'****er, so up your chain | |
| I'ma leave the same way | |
| I came, that's thorough | |
| I run up in your hood like 80 deep | |
| Have it sound like _ | |
| Drumlines_ at | |
| A&T, muh'****er[Chorus: Redman] | |
| Gilla House - check, | |
| Def Squad - check | |
| White tee - check, | |
| Goretex - check | |
| When we said we number one - we lied | |
| We number one two three four | |
| AND fiveGilla | |
| House - check, | |
| Brick City - check89 - check, cash yo - check"They don't give a **** about what y'all niggaz doin"{*scratch: "Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}[Redman]If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it upAnd if you find it I got 10 on the dubI'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rugI'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzzDawn of the Red, goin for the breadI got pitbulls hooked on to a sledMy block'll riot like they shot CornbreadThe Pres'll find a missile with a foreign headKABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumnThen all of a sudden, you get it in the endLike Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menaceI was broke as hell, first time I made itNow e'rything I own is voice activatedBoy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddarCause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together[Chorus: Redman]Gilla House - check, Wu-Tang - checkWhite tee - check, Nike Air - checkWhen we said we number one - we liedWe number one two three four AND fiveGilla House - check, Uptown - checkPurple haze - check, cash yo - check" | |
| They don't give a **** about what y'all niggaz doin"{*scratch: " | |
| Holla at your b-boy-boy!*} |
| zuò cí : Morante, Noble, Pignatelli ... | |
| Intro Redman | |
| Get a in bleedin house mate! Yeah! Gilla House! | |
| Okay? Big | |
| Ben and all that in bullshit Gilla House, ya heard? | |
| You in | |
| Muppets, you in cunts! Gilla.. Gilla.. Gilla.. let' s go! Redman | |
| Yo, yoMuscle my way in, old fathers mine | |
| Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime | |
| Pull up a | |
| Coupe a color niggaz can' t find | |
| Plasma TV on the mirror outside | |
| I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya downfrom | |
| Vietnam that look like | |
| Nia LongI' m hot, my collar stand up like | |
| The FonzTo hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs | |
| You got chubby? | |
| I got chubby too | |
| Me starve in the park, nigga you on | |
| ComicViewYou funny, | |
| I flood the area tsunami | |
| Wash out the weak niggaz, then | |
| I tag ' em _ | |
| Dry Me_I' m married to the game, the brass my music | |
| When Brick' s in the house, there' s a problem | |
| Houston! I guzzle | |
| Crunk Juice to the neck | |
| So when I walk in the party ain' t nobody gon' do shurrr | |
| Redman is shurrr, it' s the principality | |
| Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics | |
| I burrrnNigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second | |
| So I can bankrupt ya like, | |
| Chapter 11 | |
| I' m the shit like | |
| Janet Jackson undressin | |
| Believe it, when | |
| I quarterback you receive it | |
| Same crib on | |
| MTV Cribs mine | |
| I ain' t lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine | |
| I' m back muh' er, so up your chain | |
| I' ma leave the same way | |
| I came, that' s thorough | |
| I run up in your hood like 80 deep | |
| Have it sound like _ | |
| Drumlines_ at | |
| A T, muh' er Chorus: Redman | |
| Gilla House check, | |
| Def Squad check | |
| White tee check, | |
| Goretex check | |
| When we said we number one we lied | |
| We number one two three four | |
| AND fiveGilla | |
| House check, | |
| Brick City check89 check, cash yo check" They don' t give a about what y' all niggaz doin" scratch: " Holla at your bboyboy! Redman If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it upAnd if you find it I got 10 on the dubI' m hard to find like pickin weed out a rugI' m worldwide fool, I don' t care about a buzzDawn of the Red, goin for the breadI got pitbulls hooked on to a sledMy block' ll riot like they shot CornbreadThe Pres' ll find a missile with a foreign headKABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room? Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumnThen all of a sudden, you get it in the endLike Kane from Marlena cousin, I' m a menaceI was broke as hell, first time I made itNow e' rything I own is voice activatedBoy I' m lyin, I' m just tryin to make cheddarCause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together Chorus: Redman Gilla House check, WuTang checkWhite tee check, Nike Air checkWhen we said we number one we liedWe number one two three four AND fiveGilla House check, Uptown checkPurple haze check, cash yo check" | |
| They don' t give a about what y' all niggaz doin" scratch: " | |
| Holla at your bboyboy! |