Gettin' Inside

'Scuse me, Gilla House on the V.I.P
(Nah nigga. Ain't no V.I.P. list.)
(Pass me that second blunt, man)
This Gilla House man!
Gilla House?
(Man, don't be talkin' to my homie like that, nigga)
Nigga if y'all Gilla House, kick a rhyme for me, or get the fuck outside!
(We gon' have to drop somethin' man. What the fuck is goin' on?)

Fuck outside, I'm gettin' outside
Fuck outside, I'm gettin' outside
Roll through my hood in my fucked up ride
My family be stoned like sly

Boy I don't jive, my tribe gon' kick it
Syrup in the cup, nah I ain't gon' sip it
Money over hoes but hoes want money
Better ask Bow-Wow for the lottery ticket
Drop my top when the sky get yellow
So like Pacquiao, I'm waiting for Mayweather
All my dogs tougher than leather
I fell like I hit my lil kid's inhaler
Franklin, Benjamins, cakes, Entenmann's
Thirsty like Howell trappin' with Gilligan
Never could mimic him, I'm grade A
I'm battin' with bonds in my DNA, nigga

Fuck outside, I'm gettin' inside
Fuck outside, I'm gettin' inside (Yeah)
Roll through my hood in my fucked up ride
My family be stoned like Sly (Yeah)
I'm so high, the chicks gon' love it (Yeah)
We so fly, the chicks gon' love it (that shit was kinda hot)
Pull up to the club, I bring no luggage (I wanna hear a joke, nigga)
'Cause when I leave here, I plan on fuckin' (Or get the fuck outside!)

Yo, ayo
Boy, I'm a winner, boy I'm a sinner
Got an antenna on the TV dinner
Strip club, I got my money on Linda
One dollar bill peel like Gold member
I'll make it rain, it's a hurricane already
True to the game like Terry
Third degree burns, the house on fire
Hustlin', compare me to Jerry McGuire (let's go!)
Roll that shit, light that shit
Then mac on the seem Skyped that shit
As soon as she smoke, I'ma pipe that bitch
Then put it in her butt like you like that shit
Women give me love and rappers get X
Hood status, I got stripes like the ref
Write the check and connect like nine X
When you do, add three more digits to the left (let's go!)
I'm like Jeter how I rock that speaker
Internet junkies are WiFi-in' ether (woo!)
Look at me bro, I'm a leader
But I feel like the fat boys tryna get in the beaver
Bitches on E and my homies on percs
Horses on the car and a horse on the shirt (yeah!)
From now on I'ma be dirty like Mcgirt
So I bum rush the door 'til I walked in first, nigga

Fuck outside, I'm gettin' inside (Yeah)
Fuck outside, I'm gettin' inside ('Ey man, we in this mothafucka, man)
(Yeah) (Yessir. We in the house now, nigga)
Roll through my hood in my fucked up ride (That's right, believe that, nigga)
My family be stoned like sly (We inside the buildin' now, baby)
I'm so high, the chicks gon' love it (Feel good to be up in the club right now, yo)
We so fly, the chicks gon' love it (What's good?)
Pull up to the club, I bring no luggage (Y'all rockin'?
'Ey, I need y'all to follow me, I need y'all to rock with me, let's go)
Cause when I leave here, I plan on fuckin'

Now I'm inside and I'm feelin' alright
And I'ma show people how to party all night
Smoke some of that, take one of those
Drink 'til the bartender yellin' "I'm closed"
Now I'm inside and I'm feelin' alright
And I'ma show people how to party all night
Smoke some of that, take one of those
Drink 'til the bartender yellin' "I'm closed"