Bak Inda Buildin - Redman

Yo, when I spit my rhymes, we gonna get you

To bump the music to break your neck to You want the hard shit, nigga let me connect you

It’s 1−800-YO-GILLA;

feel me flow

I open doors for the newcomers

I show you how to rock the mic, pull yo’pants up and do somethin

I lay my hats where my boots stompin

Whether Jersey or Australia with kangaroo jumpin

Yeah, I feel that hip-hop's gone

My pen catch attitudes, it cry in a song

I laugh cause I’m a vet, and still get the guap as strong

as any nigga, I ain’t alarmed

Yes y’all, it’s the Doc, I’m back on my business

With jizz for, real niggaz and my bitches

I got my hands on my steerin wheel and stick shift

Drivin by nigga, pissin on yo’picnic

One time for your motherfuckin mind

One time for your motherfuckin mind

One time for your motherfuckin mind

Gilla House, is back in the buildin

Yo, yo I’m back on my grizzly, set the bear trap

We don’t work for Nike but sure can +Air+ a mac

My pen game tight in the hood like hair wraps

You a +40 Year Old Virgin+, gettin hair waxed

Now, Reggie Noble '07 internation-al

My girl got guns in her speghetti-strap gown

If you love hip-hop, where my people at now?

Relax now, got it mapped down, Gilla House

I jump in the crowd (ohhhhhhhhhh!)

Whenever I do it I do it loud, grown man style

Since I was a child butt-naked

I knew I would grow to be the one on record

w/ ad libs

Ride nigga!