Bak Inda Buildin Songtext

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

[Chorus x2: Redman]
One time for your motherfuckin mind {"Comin straight from the.."}
One time for your motherfuckin mind {"Comin straight from the.."}
One time for your motherfuckin mind Gilla House, is back in the buildin

[Redman:]
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

[Chorus: w/ ad libs]

Ride nigga!