[{"id":1295470,"name":"Gilla House Check","trackName":"Gilla House Check","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Red Gone Wild... Thee Album","duration":180.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"() + (Redman)\nGet a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)\n(Gilla House!)\nOkay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit\n(Gilla House, ya heard?)\nYou fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!\n(Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let's go!)\n\n(Redman)\nYo, yo\nMuscle my way in, old fathers mine\nTattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime\nPull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find\nPlasma TV on the mirror outside\nI overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\nFrom Vietnam that look like Nia Long\nI'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz\nTo hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs\nYou got chubby? I got chubby too\nMe starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView\nYou funny, I flood the area tsunami\nWash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em Dry Me\nI'm married to the game, the brass my music\nWhen Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!\nI guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck\nSo when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr\nRedman is shurrr, it's the principality\nOven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn\nNigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second\nSo I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11\nI'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin\nBelieve it, when I quarterback you receive it\nSame crib on MTV Cribs mine\nI ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine\nI'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain\nI'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\nI run up in your hood like 80 deep\nHave it sound like Drumlines at A&T, muh'fucker\n\n(Redman)\nGilla House - check, Def Squad - check\nWhite tee - check, Goretex - check\nWhen we said we number one - we lied\nWe number one two three four AND five\nGilla House - check, Brick City - check\n89 - check, cash yo - check\n\"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n{*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n\n(Redman)\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\nAnd if you find it I got 10 on the dub\nI'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug\nI'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz\nDawn of the Red, goin for the bread\nI got pitbulls hooked on to a sled\nMy block'll riot like they shot Cornbread\nThe Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head\nKABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?\nStreetsweeper out, ready to vacumn\nThen all of a sudden, you get it in the end\nLike Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace\nI was broke as hell, first time I made it\nNow e'rything I own is voice activated\nBoy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar\nCause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together\n\n(Redman)\nGilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check\nWhite tee - check, Nike Air - check\nWhen we said we number one - we lied\nWe number one two three four AND five\nGilla House - check, Uptown - check\nPurple haze - check, cash yo - check\n\"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n{*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gilla House Check\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Red Gone Wild... Thee Album\n  duration_ms: 180000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  () + (Redman)\n  Get a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)\n  (Gilla House!)\n  Okay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit\n  (Gilla House, ya heard?)\n  You fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!\n  (Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let's go!)\n\n  (Redman)\n  Yo, yo\n  Muscle my way in, old fathers mine\n  Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime\n  Pull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find\n  Plasma TV on the mirror outside\n  I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\n  From Vietnam that look like Nia Long\n  I'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz\n  To hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs\n  You got chubby? I got chubby too\n  Me starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView\n  You funny, I flood the area tsunami\n  Wash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em Dry Me\n  I'm married to the game, the brass my music\n  When Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!\n  I guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck\n  So when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr\n  Redman is shurrr, it's the principality\n  Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn\n  Nigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second\n  So I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11\n  I'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin\n  Believe it, when I quarterback you receive it\n  Same crib on MTV Cribs mine\n  I ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine\n  I'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain\n  I'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\n  I run up in your hood like 80 deep\n  Have it sound like Drumlines at A&T, muh'fucker\n\n  (Redman)\n  Gilla House - check, Def Squad - check\n  White tee - check, Goretex - check\n  When we said we number one - we lied\n  We number one two three four AND five\n  Gilla House - check, Brick City - check\n  89 - check, cash yo - check\n  \"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n  {*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n\n  (Redman)\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\n  And if you find it I got 10 on the dub\n  I'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug\n  I'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz\n  Dawn of the Red, goin for the bread\n  I got pitbulls hooked on to a sled\n  My block'll riot like they shot Cornbread\n  The Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head\n  KABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?\n  Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumn\n  Then all of a sudden, you get it in the end\n  Like Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace\n  I was broke as hell, first time I made it\n  Now e'rything I own is voice activated\n  Boy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar\n  Cause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together\n\n  (Redman)\n  Gilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check\n  White tee - check, Nike Air - check\n  When we said we number one - we lied\n  We number one two three four AND five\n  Gilla House - check, Uptown - check\n  Purple haze - check, cash yo - check\n  \"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n  {*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n"},{"id":1295469,"name":"Gilla House Check","trackName":"Gilla House Check","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Red Gone Wild","duration":180.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"() + (Redman)\nGet a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)\n(Gilla House!)\nOkay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit\n(Gilla House, ya heard?)\nYou fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!\n(Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let's go!)\n\n(Redman)\nYo, yo\nMuscle my way in, old fathers mine\nTattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime\nPull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find\nPlasma TV on the mirror outside\nI overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\nFrom Vietnam that look like Nia Long\nI'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz\nTo hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs\nYou got chubby? I got chubby too\nMe starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView\nYou funny, I flood the area tsunami\nWash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em Dry Me\nI'm married to the game, the brass my music\nWhen Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!\nI guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck\nSo when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr\nRedman is shurrr, it's the principality\nOven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn\nNigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second\nSo I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11\nI'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin\nBelieve it, when I quarterback you receive it\nSame crib on MTV Cribs mine\nI ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine\nI'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain\nI'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\nI run up in your hood like 80 deep\nHave it sound like Drumlines at A&T, muh'fucker\n\n(Redman)\nGilla House - check, Def Squad - check\nWhite tee - check, Goretex - check\nWhen we said we number one - we lied\nWe number one two three four AND five\nGilla House - check, Brick City - check\n89 - check, cash yo - check\n\"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n{*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n\n(Redman)\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\nAnd if you find it I got 10 on the dub\nI'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug\nI'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz\nDawn of the Red, goin for the bread\nI got pitbulls hooked on to a sled\nMy block'll riot like they shot Cornbread\nThe Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head\nKABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?\nStreetsweeper out, ready to vacumn\nThen all of a sudden, you get it in the end\nLike Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace\nI was broke as hell, first time I made it\nNow e'rything I own is voice activated\nBoy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar\nCause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together\n\n(Redman)\nGilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check\nWhite tee - check, Nike Air - check\nWhen we said we number one - we lied\nWe number one two three four AND five\nGilla House - check, Uptown - check\nPurple haze - check, cash yo - check\n\"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n{*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gilla House Check\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Red Gone Wild\n  duration_ms: 180000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  () + (Redman)\n  Get a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)\n  (Gilla House!)\n  Okay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit\n  (Gilla House, ya heard?)\n  You fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!\n  (Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let's go!)\n\n  (Redman)\n  Yo, yo\n  Muscle my way in, old fathers mine\n  Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime\n  Pull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find\n  Plasma TV on the mirror outside\n  I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\n  From Vietnam that look like Nia Long\n  I'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz\n  To hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs\n  You got chubby? I got chubby too\n  Me starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView\n  You funny, I flood the area tsunami\n  Wash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em Dry Me\n  I'm married to the game, the brass my music\n  When Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!\n  I guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck\n  So when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr\n  Redman is shurrr, it's the principality\n  Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn\n  Nigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second\n  So I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11\n  I'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin\n  Believe it, when I quarterback you receive it\n  Same crib on MTV Cribs mine\n  I ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine\n  I'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain\n  I'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\n  I run up in your hood like 80 deep\n  Have it sound like Drumlines at A&T, muh'fucker\n\n  (Redman)\n  Gilla House - check, Def Squad - check\n  White tee - check, Goretex - check\n  When we said we number one - we lied\n  We number one two three four AND five\n  Gilla House - check, Brick City - check\n  89 - check, cash yo - check\n  \"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n  {*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n\n  (Redman)\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\n  And if you find it I got 10 on the dub\n  I'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug\n  I'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz\n  Dawn of the Red, goin for the bread\n  I got pitbulls hooked on to a sled\n  My block'll riot like they shot Cornbread\n  The Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head\n  KABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?\n  Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumn\n  Then all of a sudden, you get it in the end\n  Like Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace\n  I was broke as hell, first time I made it\n  Now e'rything I own is voice activated\n  Boy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar\n  Cause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together\n\n  (Redman)\n  Gilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check\n  White tee - check, Nike Air - check\n  When we said we number one - we lied\n  We number one two three four AND five\n  Gilla House - check, Uptown - check\n  Purple haze - check, cash yo - check\n  \"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n  {*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n"},{"id":17998214,"name":"Gilla House Check","trackName":"Gilla House Check","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Waist Deep","duration":181.577125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"() + (Redman)\nGet a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)\n(Gilla House!)\nOkay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit\n(Gilla House, ya heard?)\nYou fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!\n(Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let's go!)\n\n(Redman)\nYo, yo\nMuscle my way in, old fathers mine\nTattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime\nPull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find\nPlasma TV on the mirror outside\nI overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\nfrom Vietnam that look like Nia Long\nI'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz\nTo hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs\nYou got chubby? I got chubby too\nMe starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView\nYou funny, I flood the area tsunami\nWash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em Dry Me\nI'm married to the game, the brass my music\nWhen Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!\nI guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck\nSo when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr\nRedman is shurrr, it's the principality\nOven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn\nNigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second\nSo I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11\nI'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin\nBelieve it, when I quarterback you receive it\nSame crib on MTV Cribs mine\nI ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine\nI'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain\nI'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\nI run up in your hood like 80 deep\nHave it sound like Drumlines at A&T, muh'fucker\n\n(Redman)\nGilla House - check, Def Squad - check\nWhite tee - check, Goretex - check\nWhen we said we number one - we lied\nWe number one two three four AND five\nGilla House - check, Brick City - check\n89 - check, cash yo - check\n\"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n{*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n\n(Redman)\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\nAnd if you find it I got 10 on the dub\nI'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug\nI'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz\nDawn of the Red, goin for the bread\nI got pitbulls hooked on to a sled\nMy block'll riot like they shot Cornbread\nThe Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head\nKABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?\nStreetsweeper out, ready to vacumn\nThen all of a sudden, you get it in the end\nLike Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace\nI was broke as hell, first time I made it\nNow e'rything I own is voice activated\nBoy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar\nCause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together\n\n(Redman)\nGilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check\nWhite tee - check, Nike Air - check\nWhen we said we number one - we lied\nWe number one two three four AND five\nGilla House - check, Uptown - check\nPurple haze - check, cash yo - check\n\"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n{*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gilla House Check\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Waist Deep\n  duration_ms: 181577\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  () + (Redman)\n  Get a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)\n  (Gilla House!)\n  Okay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit\n  (Gilla House, ya heard?)\n  You fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!\n  (Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let's go!)\n\n  (Redman)\n  Yo, yo\n  Muscle my way in, old fathers mine\n  Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime\n  Pull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find\n  Plasma TV on the mirror outside\n  I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\n  from Vietnam that look like Nia Long\n  I'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz\n  To hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs\n  You got chubby? I got chubby too\n  Me starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView\n  You funny, I flood the area tsunami\n  Wash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em Dry Me\n  I'm married to the game, the brass my music\n  When Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!\n  I guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck\n  So when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr\n  Redman is shurrr, it's the principality\n  Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn\n  Nigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second\n  So I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11\n  I'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin\n  Believe it, when I quarterback you receive it\n  Same crib on MTV Cribs mine\n  I ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine\n  I'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain\n  I'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\n  I run up in your hood like 80 deep\n  Have it sound like Drumlines at A&T, muh'fucker\n\n  (Redman)\n  Gilla House - check, Def Squad - check\n  White tee - check, Goretex - check\n  When we said we number one - we lied\n  We number one two three four AND five\n  Gilla House - check, Brick City - check\n  89 - check, cash yo - check\n  \"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n  {*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n\n  (Redman)\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\n  And if you find it I got 10 on the dub\n  I'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug\n  I'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz\n  Dawn of the Red, goin for the bread\n  I got pitbulls hooked on to a sled\n  My block'll riot like they shot Cornbread\n  The Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head\n  KABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?\n  Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumn\n  Then all of a sudden, you get it in the end\n  Like Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace\n  I was broke as hell, first time I made it\n  Now e'rything I own is voice activated\n  Boy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar\n  Cause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together\n\n  (Redman)\n  Gilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check\n  White tee - check, Nike Air - check\n  When we said we number one - we lied\n  We number one two three four AND five\n  Gilla House - check, Uptown - check\n  Purple haze - check, cash yo - check\n  \"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n  {*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n"},{"id":22737743,"name":"Gilla House Check","trackName":"Gilla House Check","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Red Gone Wild Thee Album (Japan Edition)","duration":180.186667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"() + (Redman)\nGet a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)\n(Gilla House!)\nOkay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit\n(Gilla House, ya heard?)\nYou fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!\n(Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let's go!)\n\n(Redman)\nYo, yo\nMuscle my way in, old fathers mine\nTattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime\nPull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find\nPlasma TV on the mirror outside\nI overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\nFrom Vietnam that look like Nia Long\nI'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz\nTo hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs\nYou got chubby? I got chubby too\nMe starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView\nYou funny, I flood the area tsunami\nWash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em Dry Me\nI'm married to the game, the brass my music\nWhen Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!\nI guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck\nSo when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr\nRedman is shurrr, it's the principality\nOven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn\nNigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second\nSo I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11\nI'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin\nBelieve it, when I quarterback you receive it\nSame crib on MTV Cribs mine\nI ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine\nI'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain\nI'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\nI run up in your hood like 80 deep\nHave it sound like Drumlines at A&T, muh'fucker\n\n(Redman)\nGilla House - check, Def Squad - check\nWhite tee - check, Goretex - check\nWhen we said we number one - we lied\nWe number one two three four AND five\nGilla House - check, Brick City - check\n89 - check, cash yo - check\n\"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n{*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n\n(Redman)\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\nAnd if you find it I got 10 on the dub\nI'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug\nI'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz\nDawn of the Red, goin for the bread\nI got pitbulls hooked on to a sled\nMy block'll riot like they shot Cornbread\nThe Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head\nKABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?\nStreetsweeper out, ready to vacumn\nThen all of a sudden, you get it in the end\nLike Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace\nI was broke as hell, first time I made it\nNow e'rything I own is voice activated\nBoy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar\nCause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together\n\n(Redman)\nGilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check\nWhite tee - check, Nike Air - check\nWhen we said we number one - we lied\nWe number one two three four AND five\nGilla House - check, Uptown - check\nPurple haze - check, cash yo - check\n\"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n{*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gilla House Check\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Red Gone Wild Thee Album (Japan Edition)\n  duration_ms: 180187\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  () + (Redman)\n  Get a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)\n  (Gilla House!)\n  Okay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit\n  (Gilla House, ya heard?)\n  You fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!\n  (Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let's go!)\n\n  (Redman)\n  Yo, yo\n  Muscle my way in, old fathers mine\n  Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime\n  Pull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find\n  Plasma TV on the mirror outside\n  I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\n  From Vietnam that look like Nia Long\n  I'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz\n  To hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs\n  You got chubby? I got chubby too\n  Me starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView\n  You funny, I flood the area tsunami\n  Wash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em Dry Me\n  I'm married to the game, the brass my music\n  When Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!\n  I guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck\n  So when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr\n  Redman is shurrr, it's the principality\n  Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn\n  Nigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second\n  So I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11\n  I'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin\n  Believe it, when I quarterback you receive it\n  Same crib on MTV Cribs mine\n  I ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine\n  I'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain\n  I'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\n  I run up in your hood like 80 deep\n  Have it sound like Drumlines at A&T, muh'fucker\n\n  (Redman)\n  Gilla House - check, Def Squad - check\n  White tee - check, Goretex - check\n  When we said we number one - we lied\n  We number one two three four AND five\n  Gilla House - check, Brick City - check\n  89 - check, cash yo - check\n  \"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n  {*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n\n  (Redman)\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\n  And if you find it I got 10 on the dub\n  I'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug\n  I'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz\n  Dawn of the Red, goin for the bread\n  I got pitbulls hooked on to a sled\n  My block'll riot like they shot Cornbread\n  The Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head\n  KABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?\n  Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumn\n  Then all of a sudden, you get it in the end\n  Like Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace\n  I was broke as hell, first time I made it\n  Now e'rything I own is voice activated\n  Boy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar\n  Cause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together\n\n  (Redman)\n  Gilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check\n  White tee - check, Nike Air - check\n  When we said we number one - we lied\n  We number one two three four AND five\n  Gilla House - check, Uptown - check\n  Purple haze - check, cash yo - check\n  \"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n  {*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n"},{"id":22181658,"name":"Gilla house check","trackName":"Gilla house check","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Where Is Reggie Noble??","duration":100.362449,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"() + (Redman)\nGet a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)\n(Gilla House!)\nOkay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit\n(Gilla House, ya heard?)\nYou fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!\n(Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let's go!)\n\n(Redman)\nYo, yo\nMuscle my way in, old fathers mine\nTattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime\nPull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find\nPlasma TV on the mirror outside\nI overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\nFrom Vietnam that look like Nia Long\nI'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz\nTo hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs\nYou got chubby? I got chubby too\nMe starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView\nYou funny, I flood the area tsunami\nWash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em Dry Me\nI'm married to the game, the brass my music\nWhen Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!\nI guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck\nSo when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr\nRedman is shurrr, it's the principality\nOven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn\nNigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second\nSo I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11\nI'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin\nBelieve it, when I quarterback you receive it\nSame crib on MTV Cribs mine\nI ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine\nI'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain\nI'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\nI run up in your hood like 80 deep\nHave it sound like Drumlines at A&T, muh'fucker\n\n(Redman)\nGilla House - check, Def Squad - check\nWhite tee - check, Goretex - check\nWhen we said we number one - we lied\nWe number one two three four AND five\nGilla House - check, Brick City - check\n89 - check, cash yo - check\n\"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n{*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n\n(Redman)\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\nAnd if you find it I got 10 on the dub\nI'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug\nI'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz\nDawn of the Red, goin for the bread\nI got pitbulls hooked on to a sled\nMy block'll riot like they shot Cornbread\nThe Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head\nKABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?\nStreetsweeper out, ready to vacumn\nThen all of a sudden, you get it in the end\nLike Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace\nI was broke as hell, first time I made it\nNow e'rything I own is voice activated\nBoy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar\nCause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together\n\n(Redman)\nGilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check\nWhite tee - check, Nike Air - check\nWhen we said we number one - we lied\nWe number one two three four AND five\nGilla House - check, Uptown - check\nPurple haze - check, cash yo - check\n\"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n{*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gilla house check\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Where Is Reggie Noble??\n  duration_ms: 100362\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  () + (Redman)\n  Get a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)\n  (Gilla House!)\n  Okay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit\n  (Gilla House, ya heard?)\n  You fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!\n  (Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let's go!)\n\n  (Redman)\n  Yo, yo\n  Muscle my way in, old fathers mine\n  Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime\n  Pull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find\n  Plasma TV on the mirror outside\n  I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\n  From Vietnam that look like Nia Long\n  I'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz\n  To hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs\n  You got chubby? I got chubby too\n  Me starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView\n  You funny, I flood the area tsunami\n  Wash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em Dry Me\n  I'm married to the game, the brass my music\n  When Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!\n  I guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck\n  So when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr\n  Redman is shurrr, it's the principality\n  Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn\n  Nigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second\n  So I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11\n  I'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin\n  Believe it, when I quarterback you receive it\n  Same crib on MTV Cribs mine\n  I ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine\n  I'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain\n  I'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\n  I run up in your hood like 80 deep\n  Have it sound like Drumlines at A&T, muh'fucker\n\n  (Redman)\n  Gilla House - check, Def Squad - check\n  White tee - check, Goretex - check\n  When we said we number one - we lied\n  We number one two three four AND five\n  Gilla House - check, Brick City - check\n  89 - check, cash yo - check\n  \"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n  {*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n\n  (Redman)\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\n  And if you find it I got 10 on the dub\n  I'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug\n  I'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz\n  Dawn of the Red, goin for the bread\n  I got pitbulls hooked on to a sled\n  My block'll riot like they shot Cornbread\n  The Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head\n  KABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?\n  Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumn\n  Then all of a sudden, you get it in the end\n  Like Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace\n  I was broke as hell, first time I made it\n  Now e'rything I own is voice activated\n  Boy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar\n  Cause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together\n\n  (Redman)\n  Gilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check\n  White tee - check, Nike Air - check\n  When we said we number one - we lied\n  We number one two three four AND five\n  Gilla House - check, Uptown - check\n  Purple haze - check, cash yo - check\n  \"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n  {*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n"},{"id":26173509,"name":"Gilla House Check","trackName":"Gilla House Check","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Red Gone Wild: Three Album","duration":179.876,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"() + (Redman)\nGet a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)\n(Gilla House!)\nOkay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit\n(Gilla House, ya heard?)\nYou fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!\n(Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let's go!)\n\n(Redman)\nYo, yo\nMuscle my way in, old fathers mine\nTattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime\nPull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find\nPlasma TV on the mirror outside\nI overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\nFrom Vietnam that look like Nia Long\nI'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz\nTo hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs\nYou got chubby? I got chubby too\nMe starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView\nYou funny, I flood the area tsunami\nWash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em Dry Me\nI'm married to the game, the brass my music\nWhen Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!\nI guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck\nSo when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr\nRedman is shurrr, it's the principality\nOven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn\nNigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second\nSo I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11\nI'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin\nBelieve it, when I quarterback you receive it\nSame crib on MTV Cribs mine\nI ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine\nI'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain\nI'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\nI run up in your hood like 80 deep\nHave it sound like Drumlines at A&T, muh'fucker\n\n(Redman)\nGilla House - check, Def Squad - check\nWhite tee - check, Goretex - check\nWhen we said we number one - we lied\nWe number one two three four AND five\nGilla House - check, Brick City - check\n89 - check, cash yo - check\n\"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n{*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n\n(Redman)\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\nAnd if you find it I got 10 on the dub\nI'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug\nI'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz\nDawn of the Red, goin for the bread\nI got pitbulls hooked on to a sled\nMy block'll riot like they shot Cornbread\nThe Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head\nKABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?\nStreetsweeper out, ready to vacumn\nThen all of a sudden, you get it in the end\nLike Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace\nI was broke as hell, first time I made it\nNow e'rything I own is voice activated\nBoy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar\nCause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together\n\n(Redman)\nGilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check\nWhite tee - check, Nike Air - check\nWhen we said we number one - we lied\nWe number one two three four AND five\nGilla House - check, Uptown - check\nPurple haze - check, cash yo - check\n\"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n{*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gilla House Check\n  artist: Redman\n  album: 'Red Gone Wild: Three Album'\n  duration_ms: 179876\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  () + (Redman)\n  Get a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)\n  (Gilla House!)\n  Okay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit\n  (Gilla House, ya heard?)\n  You fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!\n  (Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let's go!)\n\n  (Redman)\n  Yo, yo\n  Muscle my way in, old fathers mine\n  Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime\n  Pull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find\n  Plasma TV on the mirror outside\n  I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\n  From Vietnam that look like Nia Long\n  I'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz\n  To hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs\n  You got chubby? I got chubby too\n  Me starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView\n  You funny, I flood the area tsunami\n  Wash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em Dry Me\n  I'm married to the game, the brass my music\n  When Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!\n  I guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck\n  So when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr\n  Redman is shurrr, it's the principality\n  Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn\n  Nigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second\n  So I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11\n  I'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin\n  Believe it, when I quarterback you receive it\n  Same crib on MTV Cribs mine\n  I ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine\n  I'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain\n  I'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\n  I run up in your hood like 80 deep\n  Have it sound like Drumlines at A&T, muh'fucker\n\n  (Redman)\n  Gilla House - check, Def Squad - check\n  White tee - check, Goretex - check\n  When we said we number one - we lied\n  We number one two three four AND five\n  Gilla House - check, Brick City - check\n  89 - check, cash yo - check\n  \"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n  {*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n\n  (Redman)\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\n  And if you find it I got 10 on the dub\n  I'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug\n  I'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz\n  Dawn of the Red, goin for the bread\n  I got pitbulls hooked on to a sled\n  My block'll riot like they shot Cornbread\n  The Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head\n  KABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?\n  Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumn\n  Then all of a sudden, you get it in the end\n  Like Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace\n  I was broke as hell, first time I made it\n  Now e'rything I own is voice activated\n  Boy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar\n  Cause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together\n\n  (Redman)\n  Gilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check\n  White tee - check, Nike Air - check\n  When we said we number one - we lied\n  We number one two three four AND five\n  Gilla House - check, Uptown - check\n  Purple haze - check, cash yo - check\n  \"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n  {*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n"},{"id":18117981,"name":"Gilla House Check [Prod. Da Mascot]","trackName":"Gilla House Check [Prod. 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I got chubby too\nMe starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView\nYou funny, I flood the area tsunami\nWash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em Dry Me\nI'm married to the game, the brass my music\nWhen Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!\nI guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck\nSo when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr\nRedman is shurrr, it's the principality\nOven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn\nNigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second\nSo I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11\nI'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin\nBelieve it, when I quarterback you receive it\nSame crib on MTV Cribs mine\nI ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine\nI'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain\nI'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\nI run up in your hood like 80 deep\nHave it sound like Drumlines at A&T, muh'fucker\n\n(Redman)\nGilla House - check, Def Squad - check\nWhite tee - check, Goretex - check\nWhen we said we number one - we lied\nWe number one two three four AND five\nGilla House - check, Brick City - check\n89 - check, cash yo - check\n\"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n{*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n\n(Redman)\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\nAnd if you find it I got 10 on the dub\nI'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug\nI'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz\nDawn of the Red, goin for the bread\nI got pitbulls hooked on to a sled\nMy block'll riot like they shot Cornbread\nThe Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head\nKABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?\nStreetsweeper out, ready to vacumn\nThen all of a sudden, you get it in the end\nLike Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace\nI was broke as hell, first time I made it\nNow e'rything I own is voice activated\nBoy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar\nCause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together\n\n(Redman)\nGilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check\nWhite tee - check, Nike Air - check\nWhen we said we number one - we lied\nWe number one two three four AND five\nGilla House - check, Uptown - check\nPurple haze - check, cash yo - check\n\"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n{*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gilla House Check [Prod. Da Mascot]\n  artist: Redman\n  album: 'Red Gone Wild: Thee Album (Deluxe)'\n  duration_ms: 180219\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  () + (Redman)\n  Get a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)\n  (Gilla House!)\n  Okay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit\n  (Gilla House, ya heard?)\n  You fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!\n  (Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let's go!)\n\n  (Redman)\n  Yo, yo\n  Muscle my way in, old fathers mine\n  Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime\n  Pull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find\n  Plasma TV on the mirror outside\n  I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\n  from Vietnam that look like Nia Long\n  I'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz\n  To hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs\n  You got chubby? I got chubby too\n  Me starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView\n  You funny, I flood the area tsunami\n  Wash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em Dry Me\n  I'm married to the game, the brass my music\n  When Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!\n  I guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck\n  So when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr\n  Redman is shurrr, it's the principality\n  Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn\n  Nigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second\n  So I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11\n  I'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin\n  Believe it, when I quarterback you receive it\n  Same crib on MTV Cribs mine\n  I ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine\n  I'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain\n  I'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\n  I run up in your hood like 80 deep\n  Have it sound like Drumlines at A&T, muh'fucker\n\n  (Redman)\n  Gilla House - check, Def Squad - check\n  White tee - check, Goretex - check\n  When we said we number one - we lied\n  We number one two three four AND five\n  Gilla House - check, Brick City - check\n  89 - check, cash yo - check\n  \"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n  {*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n\n  (Redman)\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\n  And if you find it I got 10 on the dub\n  I'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug\n  I'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz\n  Dawn of the Red, goin for the bread\n  I got pitbulls hooked on to a sled\n  My block'll riot like they shot Cornbread\n  The Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head\n  KABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?\n  Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumn\n  Then all of a sudden, you get it in the end\n  Like Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace\n  I was broke as hell, first time I made it\n  Now e'rything I own is voice activated\n  Boy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar\n  Cause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together\n\n  (Redman)\n  Gilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check\n  White tee - check, Nike Air - check\n  When we said we number one - we lied\n  We number one two three four AND five\n  Gilla House - check, Uptown - check\n  Purple haze - check, cash yo - check\n  \"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n  {*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n"},{"id":20682263,"name":"Gilla House Check (Feat Adam F)","trackName":"Gilla House Check (Feat Adam F)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Red Gone Wild: Thee Album","duration":180.244898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"() + (Redman)\nGet a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)\n(Gilla House!)\nOkay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit\n(Gilla House, ya heard?)\nYou fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!\n(Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let's go!)\n\n(Redman)\nYo, yo\nMuscle my way in, old fathers mine\nTattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime\nPull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find\nPlasma TV on the mirror outside\nI overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\nfrom Vietnam that look like Nia Long\nI'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz\nTo hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs\nYou got chubby? I got chubby too\nMe starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView\nYou funny, I flood the area tsunami\nWash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em Dry Me\nI'm married to the game, the brass my music\nWhen Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!\nI guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck\nSo when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr\nRedman is shurrr, it's the principality\nOven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn\nNigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second\nSo I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11\nI'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin\nBelieve it, when I quarterback you receive it\nSame crib on MTV Cribs mine\nI ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine\nI'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain\nI'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\nI run up in your hood like 80 deep\nHave it sound like Drumlines at A&T, muh'fucker\n\n(Redman)\nGilla House - check, Def Squad - check\nWhite tee - check, Goretex - check\nWhen we said we number one - we lied\nWe number one two three four AND five\nGilla House - check, Brick City - check\n89 - check, cash yo - check\n\"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n{*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n\n(Redman)\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\nAnd if you find it I got 10 on the dub\nI'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug\nI'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz\nDawn of the Red, goin for the bread\nI got pitbulls hooked on to a sled\nMy block'll riot like they shot Cornbread\nThe Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head\nKABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?\nStreetsweeper out, ready to vacumn\nThen all of a sudden, you get it in the end\nLike Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace\nI was broke as hell, first time I made it\nNow e'rything I own is voice activated\nBoy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar\nCause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together\n\n(Redman)\nGilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check\nWhite tee - check, Nike Air - check\nWhen we said we number one - we lied\nWe number one two three four AND five\nGilla House - check, Uptown - check\nPurple haze - check, cash yo - check\n\"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n{*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gilla House Check (Feat Adam F)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: 'Red Gone Wild: Thee Album'\n  duration_ms: 180245\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  () + (Redman)\n  Get a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)\n  (Gilla House!)\n  Okay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit\n  (Gilla House, ya heard?)\n  You fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!\n  (Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let's go!)\n\n  (Redman)\n  Yo, yo\n  Muscle my way in, old fathers mine\n  Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime\n  Pull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find\n  Plasma TV on the mirror outside\n  I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\n  from Vietnam that look like Nia Long\n  I'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz\n  To hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs\n  You got chubby? I got chubby too\n  Me starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView\n  You funny, I flood the area tsunami\n  Wash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em Dry Me\n  I'm married to the game, the brass my music\n  When Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!\n  I guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck\n  So when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr\n  Redman is shurrr, it's the principality\n  Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn\n  Nigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second\n  So I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11\n  I'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin\n  Believe it, when I quarterback you receive it\n  Same crib on MTV Cribs mine\n  I ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine\n  I'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain\n  I'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\n  I run up in your hood like 80 deep\n  Have it sound like Drumlines at A&T, muh'fucker\n\n  (Redman)\n  Gilla House - check, Def Squad - check\n  White tee - check, Goretex - check\n  When we said we number one - we lied\n  We number one two three four AND five\n  Gilla House - check, Brick City - check\n  89 - check, cash yo - check\n  \"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n  {*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n\n  (Redman)\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\n  And if you find it I got 10 on the dub\n  I'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug\n  I'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz\n  Dawn of the Red, goin for the bread\n  I got pitbulls hooked on to a sled\n  My block'll riot like they shot Cornbread\n  The Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head\n  KABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?\n  Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumn\n  Then all of a sudden, you get it in the end\n  Like Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace\n  I was broke as hell, first time I made it\n  Now e'rything I own is voice activated\n  Boy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar\n  Cause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together\n\n  (Redman)\n  Gilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check\n  White tee - check, Nike Air - check\n  When we said we number one - we lied\n  We number one two three four AND five\n  Gilla House - check, Uptown - check\n  Purple haze - check, cash yo - check\n  \"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n  {*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n"},{"id":14804486,"name":"Gilla House Check [Album Version Explicit]","trackName":"Gilla House Check [Album Version Explicit]","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Red Gone Wild","duration":181.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"() + (Redman)\nGet a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)\n(Gilla House!)\nOkay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit\n(Gilla House, ya heard?)\nYou fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!\n(Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let's go!)\n\n(Redman)\nYo, yo\nMuscle my way in, old fathers mine\nTattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime\nPull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find\nPlasma TV on the mirror outside\nI overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\nfrom Vietnam that look like Nia Long\nI'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz\nTo hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs\nYou got chubby? I got chubby too\nMe starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView\nYou funny, I flood the area tsunami\nWash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em Dry Me\nI'm married to the game, the brass my music\nWhen Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!\nI guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck\nSo when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr\nRedman is shurrr, it's the principality\nOven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn\nNigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second\nSo I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11\nI'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin\nBelieve it, when I quarterback you receive it\nSame crib on MTV Cribs mine\nI ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine\nI'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain\nI'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\nI run up in your hood like 80 deep\nHave it sound like Drumlines at A&T, muh'fucker\n\n(Redman)\nGilla House - check, Def Squad - check\nWhite tee - check, Goretex - check\nWhen we said we number one - we lied\nWe number one two three four AND five\nGilla House - check, Brick City - check\n89 - check, cash yo - check\n\"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n{*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n\n(Redman)\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\nAnd if you find it I got 10 on the dub\nI'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug\nI'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz\nDawn of the Red, goin for the bread\nI got pitbulls hooked on to a sled\nMy block'll riot like they shot Cornbread\nThe Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head\nKABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?\nStreetsweeper out, ready to vacumn\nThen all of a sudden, you get it in the end\nLike Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace\nI was broke as hell, first time I made it\nNow e'rything I own is voice activated\nBoy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar\nCause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together\n\n(Redman)\nGilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check\nWhite tee - check, Nike Air - check\nWhen we said we number one - we lied\nWe number one two three four AND five\nGilla House - check, Uptown - check\nPurple haze - check, cash yo - check\n\"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n{*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gilla House Check [Album Version Explicit]\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Red Gone Wild\n  duration_ms: 181000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  () + (Redman)\n  Get a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)\n  (Gilla House!)\n  Okay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit\n  (Gilla House, ya heard?)\n  You fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!\n  (Gilla. Gilla. Gilla. let's go!)\n\n  (Redman)\n  Yo, yo\n  Muscle my way in, old fathers mine\n  Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime\n  Pull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find\n  Plasma TV on the mirror outside\n  I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\n  from Vietnam that look like Nia Long\n  I'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz\n  To hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs\n  You got chubby? I got chubby too\n  Me starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView\n  You funny, I flood the area tsunami\n  Wash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em Dry Me\n  I'm married to the game, the brass my music\n  When Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!\n  I guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck\n  So when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr\n  Redman is shurrr, it's the principality\n  Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn\n  Nigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second\n  So I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11\n  I'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin\n  Believe it, when I quarterback you receive it\n  Same crib on MTV Cribs mine\n  I ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine\n  I'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain\n  I'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\n  I run up in your hood like 80 deep\n  Have it sound like Drumlines at A&T, muh'fucker\n\n  (Redman)\n  Gilla House - check, Def Squad - check\n  White tee - check, Goretex - check\n  When we said we number one - we lied\n  We number one two three four AND five\n  Gilla House - check, Brick City - check\n  89 - check, cash yo - check\n  \"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n  {*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n\n  (Redman)\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\n  And if you find it I got 10 on the dub\n  I'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug\n  I'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz\n  Dawn of the Red, goin for the bread\n  I got pitbulls hooked on to a sled\n  My block'll riot like they shot Cornbread\n  The Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head\n  KABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?\n  Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumn\n  Then all of a sudden, you get it in the end\n  Like Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace\n  I was broke as hell, first time I made it\n  Now e'rything I own is voice activated\n  Boy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar\n  Cause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together\n\n  (Redman)\n  Gilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check\n  White tee - check, Nike Air - check\n  When we said we number one - we lied\n  We number one two three four AND five\n  Gilla House - check, Uptown - check\n  Purple haze - check, cash yo - check\n  \"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin\"\n  {*scratch: \"Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}\n"},{"id":30094774,"name":"Gilla House Check (Feat Adam F) (Prod By Da Mascot)","trackName":"Gilla House Check (Feat Adam F) (Prod By Da Mascot)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"[dooda'lah] Red Gone Wild (Thee Album)","duration":180.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Redman & Redman (Sample)\nGilla-fucking-bleeding-House, mate\nYeah, Gilla House\nU.K., Big Ben and all that fucking bullshit\nGilla House, ya heard?\nYou fucking muppets, you fucking cunts\nGilla, Gilla, Gilla\nLet's go\n\nMuscle my way in, '07's mine\nTattooed Gilla, feeling in my prime\nPull up a coupe a color niggas can't find\nPlasma TV on the mirror outside\nI overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\nFrom Vietnam that look like Nia Long\nI'm hot, my collar stand up like the Fonz\nTo hold my guns you need wedding camabons\nYou got chubby? I got chubby too\nMe starve in the park, nigga, you on Comic View\nYou funny, I flood the area, Tsunami\nWash out the weak niggas, then I tag 'em dry me\nI'm married to the game, the bride's my music\nWhen Brick's in the house, there's a problem, Houston\nI guzzle crunk juice to the neck\nSo when I walk in the party, ain't nobody gon' do shit\nRedman the shit, it's the principality of and like Worm\nFor the lyrics I burn, nigga, wait ya turn\nWe can battle in a second\nSo I can bankrupt ya like chapter eleven\nI'm the shit like Janet Jackson and dressin'\nBelieve it, when I quarterback, you receive it\nSame crib on MTV Cribs, mine\nI ain't lyin' 'cause my eyes redder than iodine\nI'm back, motherfucker, so up ya chain\nI'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\nI run up in ya hood like eighty deep\nHave it sound like drum lines on A & T, motherfucker\n[Chorus: Redman (Sample)\nGilla House, check, Def Squad, check\nWhite tee, check, Goretex, check\nWhen we said we number one, we lied\nWe number one, two, three, four, and five\nGilla House, check, Brick City, check\n'89, Check, Cash Show, check\n(We don't give a fuck about what y'all niggas doing)\n(Howl at ya, boo-boo, boy)\n\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\nAnd if you find it, I got ten on the dub\nI'm hard to find like picking weed out a rug\nI'm worldwide, fool, I don't care about a buzz\nBlowing on the red, going for the bread\nI got pit bulls hooked on to a sled\nMy block'll riot like they shot cornbread\nTheir prayers'll find a missile with a foreign head\nKaboom, guess who stepped in the room?\nStreet sweeper out, ready to vacuum\nThen all of a sudden, you get it in the inn\nLike 'caine from my leaner cousin, I'm a menace\nI was broke as hell first time I made it\nNow everything I own is voice-activated\nBoy, I'm lyin', I'm just tryna make cheddar\n'Cause my doorbell is rubbing two wires together\n[Chorus: Redman (Sample)\nGilla House, check, Wu-Tang, check\nWhite tee, check, Nike Air, check\nWhen we said we number one, we lied\nWe number one, two, three, four, and five\nGilla House, check, Uptown, check\nPurple Haze, check, Cash Show, check\n(We don't give a fuck about what y'all niggas doing)\n(Howl at ya, boo-boo, boy)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gilla House Check (Feat Adam F) (Prod By Da Mascot)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: '[dooda''lah] Red Gone Wild (Thee Album)'\n  duration_ms: 180000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Redman & Redman (Sample)\n  Gilla-fucking-bleeding-House, mate\n  Yeah, Gilla House\n  U.K., Big Ben and all that fucking bullshit\n  Gilla House, ya heard?\n  You fucking muppets, you fucking cunts\n  Gilla, Gilla, Gilla\n  Let's go\n\n  Muscle my way in, '07's mine\n  Tattooed Gilla, feeling in my prime\n  Pull up a coupe a color niggas can't find\n  Plasma TV on the mirror outside\n  I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\n  From Vietnam that look like Nia Long\n  I'm hot, my collar stand up like the Fonz\n  To hold my guns you need wedding camabons\n  You got chubby? I got chubby too\n  Me starve in the park, nigga, you on Comic View\n  You funny, I flood the area, Tsunami\n  Wash out the weak niggas, then I tag 'em dry me\n  I'm married to the game, the bride's my music\n  When Brick's in the house, there's a problem, Houston\n  I guzzle crunk juice to the neck\n  So when I walk in the party, ain't nobody gon' do shit\n  Redman the shit, it's the principality of and like Worm\n  For the lyrics I burn, nigga, wait ya turn\n  We can battle in a second\n  So I can bankrupt ya like chapter eleven\n  I'm the shit like Janet Jackson and dressin'\n  Believe it, when I quarterback, you receive it\n  Same crib on MTV Cribs, mine\n  I ain't lyin' 'cause my eyes redder than iodine\n  I'm back, motherfucker, so up ya chain\n  I'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\n  I run up in ya hood like eighty deep\n  Have it sound like drum lines on A & T, motherfucker\n  [Chorus: Redman (Sample)\n  Gilla House, check, Def Squad, check\n  White tee, check, Goretex, check\n  When we said we number one, we lied\n  We number one, two, three, four, and five\n  Gilla House, check, Brick City, check\n  '89, Check, Cash Show, check\n  (We don't give a fuck about what y'all niggas doing)\n  (Howl at ya, boo-boo, boy)\n\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\n  And if you find it, I got ten on the dub\n  I'm hard to find like picking weed out a rug\n  I'm worldwide, fool, I don't care about a buzz\n  Blowing on the red, going for the bread\n  I got pit bulls hooked on to a sled\n  My block'll riot like they shot cornbread\n  Their prayers'll find a missile with a foreign head\n  Kaboom, guess who stepped in the room?\n  Street sweeper out, ready to vacuum\n  Then all of a sudden, you get it in the inn\n  Like 'caine from my leaner cousin, I'm a menace\n  I was broke as hell first time I made it\n  Now everything I own is voice-activated\n  Boy, I'm lyin', I'm just tryna make cheddar\n  'Cause my doorbell is rubbing two wires together\n  [Chorus: Redman (Sample)\n  Gilla House, check, Wu-Tang, check\n  White tee, check, Nike Air, check\n  When we said we number one, we lied\n  We number one, two, three, four, and five\n  Gilla House, check, Uptown, check\n  Purple Haze, check, Cash Show, check\n  (We don't give a fuck about what y'all niggas doing)\n  (Howl at ya, boo-boo, boy)\n"},{"id":31570011,"name":"Gilla House Check (Feat Adam F) (Prod By Da Mascot)","trackName":"Gilla House Check (Feat Adam F) (Prod By Da Mascot)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Red Gone Wild (Thee Album)","duration":180.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Redman & Redman (Sample)\nGilla-fucking-bleeding-House, mate\nYeah, Gilla House\nU.K., Big Ben and all that fucking bullshit\nGilla House, ya heard?\nYou fucking muppets, you fucking cunts\nGilla, Gilla, Gilla\nLet's go\n\nMuscle my way in, '07's mine\nTattooed Gilla, feeling in my prime\nPull up a coupe a color niggas can't find\nPlasma TV on the mirror outside\nI overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\nFrom Vietnam that look like Nia Long\nI'm hot, my collar stand up like the Fonz\nTo hold my guns you need wedding camabons\nYou got chubby? I got chubby too\nMe starve in the park, nigga, you on Comic View\nYou funny, I flood the area, Tsunami\nWash out the weak niggas, then I tag 'em dry me\nI'm married to the game, the bride's my music\nWhen Brick's in the house, there's a problem, Houston\nI guzzle crunk juice to the neck\nSo when I walk in the party, ain't nobody gon' do shit\nRedman the shit, it's the principality of and like Worm\nFor the lyrics I burn, nigga, wait ya turn\nWe can battle in a second\nSo I can bankrupt ya like chapter eleven\nI'm the shit like Janet Jackson and dressin'\nBelieve it, when I quarterback, you receive it\nSame crib on MTV Cribs, mine\nI ain't lyin' 'cause my eyes redder than iodine\nI'm back, motherfucker, so up ya chain\nI'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\nI run up in ya hood like eighty deep\nHave it sound like drum lines on A & T, motherfucker\n[Chorus: Redman (Sample)\nGilla House, check, Def Squad, check\nWhite tee, check, Goretex, check\nWhen we said we number one, we lied\nWe number one, two, three, four, and five\nGilla House, check, Brick City, check\n'89, Check, Cash Show, check\n(We don't give a fuck about what y'all niggas doing)\n(Howl at ya, boo-boo, boy)\n\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\nAnd if you find it, I got ten on the dub\nI'm hard to find like picking weed out a rug\nI'm worldwide, fool, I don't care about a buzz\nBlowing on the red, going for the bread\nI got pit bulls hooked on to a sled\nMy block'll riot like they shot cornbread\nTheir prayers'll find a missile with a foreign head\nKaboom, guess who stepped in the room?\nStreet sweeper out, ready to vacuum\nThen all of a sudden, you get it in the inn\nLike 'caine from my leaner cousin, I'm a menace\nI was broke as hell first time I made it\nNow everything I own is voice-activated\nBoy, I'm lyin', I'm just tryna make cheddar\n'Cause my doorbell is rubbing two wires together\n[Chorus: Redman (Sample)\nGilla House, check, Wu-Tang, check\nWhite tee, check, Nike Air, check\nWhen we said we number one, we lied\nWe number one, two, three, four, and five\nGilla House, check, Uptown, check\nPurple Haze, check, Cash Show, check\n(We don't give a fuck about what y'all niggas doing)\n(Howl at ya, boo-boo, boy)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gilla House Check (Feat Adam F) (Prod By Da Mascot)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Red Gone Wild (Thee Album)\n  duration_ms: 180000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Redman & Redman (Sample)\n  Gilla-fucking-bleeding-House, mate\n  Yeah, Gilla House\n  U.K., Big Ben and all that fucking bullshit\n  Gilla House, ya heard?\n  You fucking muppets, you fucking cunts\n  Gilla, Gilla, Gilla\n  Let's go\n\n  Muscle my way in, '07's mine\n  Tattooed Gilla, feeling in my prime\n  Pull up a coupe a color niggas can't find\n  Plasma TV on the mirror outside\n  I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down\n  From Vietnam that look like Nia Long\n  I'm hot, my collar stand up like the Fonz\n  To hold my guns you need wedding camabons\n  You got chubby? I got chubby too\n  Me starve in the park, nigga, you on Comic View\n  You funny, I flood the area, Tsunami\n  Wash out the weak niggas, then I tag 'em dry me\n  I'm married to the game, the bride's my music\n  When Brick's in the house, there's a problem, Houston\n  I guzzle crunk juice to the neck\n  So when I walk in the party, ain't nobody gon' do shit\n  Redman the shit, it's the principality of and like Worm\n  For the lyrics I burn, nigga, wait ya turn\n  We can battle in a second\n  So I can bankrupt ya like chapter eleven\n  I'm the shit like Janet Jackson and dressin'\n  Believe it, when I quarterback, you receive it\n  Same crib on MTV Cribs, mine\n  I ain't lyin' 'cause my eyes redder than iodine\n  I'm back, motherfucker, so up ya chain\n  I'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough\n  I run up in ya hood like eighty deep\n  Have it sound like drum lines on A & T, motherfucker\n  [Chorus: Redman (Sample)\n  Gilla House, check, Def Squad, check\n  White tee, check, Goretex, check\n  When we said we number one, we lied\n  We number one, two, three, four, and five\n  Gilla House, check, Brick City, check\n  '89, Check, Cash Show, check\n  (We don't give a fuck about what y'all niggas doing)\n  (Howl at ya, boo-boo, boy)\n\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up\n  And if you find it, I got ten on the dub\n  I'm hard to find like picking weed out a rug\n  I'm worldwide, fool, I don't care about a buzz\n  Blowing on the red, going for the bread\n  I got pit bulls hooked on to a sled\n  My block'll riot like they shot cornbread\n  Their prayers'll find a missile with a foreign head\n  Kaboom, guess who stepped in the room?\n  Street sweeper out, ready to vacuum\n  Then all of a sudden, you get it in the inn\n  Like 'caine from my leaner cousin, I'm a menace\n  I was broke as hell first time I made it\n  Now everything I own is voice-activated\n  Boy, I'm lyin', I'm just tryna make cheddar\n  'Cause my doorbell is rubbing two wires together\n  [Chorus: Redman (Sample)\n  Gilla House, check, Wu-Tang, check\n  White tee, check, Nike Air, check\n  When we said we number one, we lied\n  We number one, two, three, four, and five\n  Gilla House, check, Uptown, check\n  Purple Haze, check, Cash Show, check\n  (We don't give a fuck about what y'all niggas doing)\n  (Howl at ya, boo-boo, boy)\n"}]