Gilla house

[Verse]:
I used to ride with a homie in an 88 Flyntwood
40 O.E., BDP in the Kenwood
If fam don't kill ya, bet that your friend wood
Fuck all you critics, I ain't ask for you input
Redman, 'bout my green, knockout king
My truck taller than Yao Ming with pop out screens baby
Fire cracker hot, M-80
The truth is all about the proof like Slim Shady
Them hood rat ladies like "He ain't shit."
Cause they hair ain't even longer than DJ Quik
I know they mad at, the LeBron of hot 16s
Stress a bitch out till she go bald like Britney
Your pockets got the alphabet, M.T./empty
Go get my money or leave with an injury
I play no games, my state on flames, hot
You like Monique in J.Lo frame, not
I stack my gwap patiently
My n***a move, I Jack Blacks like Tenacious D
Jack whites, jack Japanese, we don't care
We'll leave y'all with nothin' like Debo here
This style's rare, you ain't gon' find in the street
I'm from the east coast n***a and my timin' is sweet
Yeah, Redman and I'm up in this bitch
Hector and Insanity customize kicks
Yeah
Gilla House