House Of Krazees - The House lyrics

Um, I don't play that shit
And then they show you their teeth, right
Smiling motherfucker
I'm 'bout to get in your ass

I be the red-faced wonder about to go wild
With representin' my clique
My crew that I call my home
Untouchable brothers with attitudes
So leave us alone
As we roam through your district and town
House of Krazees straight puttin' it down
For all of y'all motherfuckers from
Here to outer space remember, a rhyme is a
Terrible thing to wastе
And based on the topic, we had to drop it
To put somе new shit on the shelf and
Get a little loot in our pocket
And rock it, don't stop it
Because you'll let the rhythm keep it on




Cause y'all don't really know
And I bet you'd never understand
What we went through to get what we got
A lot of blood, sweat
And tears and loot went into the melting pot
But now we got a little somethin'
But it's not enough
And we won't stop bringin' the lyrics 'til
The whole world know what's up
The dirty trio drop bombs, don't ask why
Representin' the House 'til the
Day we fuckin' die, right

Who got the lyrics that's on?
Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, ROC, and Mr bones
Who got the lyrics that's on?
Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, ROC, and Mr bones
Who got the lyrics that's on?
Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, ROC, and Mr bones
Who got the lyrics that's on?
Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, ROC, and Mr bones

Let me flex it
No questions as you know who the best is

It ain't no thang 'cause you know
How the fuck we do it
Leavin' you stranded with one
Chance, too late, you blew it
I gots to flow with a fistful onslaught
Droppin' you down
Not good for nothin' but rockin' the crowd
Now how that sound it's all bad, but me
My fellas roam my home sweet home
Now who you gon' call the police on?
It's like a three man punch
You can smoke all the weed
Drink 'til you drunk
But don't fuck with the dirty bunch
I'll eat your ass lunch
Without a second thought
Or have you on my dick
You and all the hoes you brought
So stay the fuck out of my mix
Many turns and flips
Relax and chill packin' sawed-offs
With pistol grips
Everybody know who I is, stay outta my biz
Trustin' no one
Leavin' no ties to my ex-friends
So many people actin' scurvy and all that
Off of instinct I react, what's up with that?
A chokehold is applied when the lyrics ride
Step up inside and you leavin'
With a black eye

Who got the lyrics that's on?
Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, ROC, and Mr bones
Who got the lyrics that's on?
Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, ROC, and Mr bones
Who got the lyrics that's on?
Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, ROC, and Mr bones
Who got the lyrics that's on?
Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, ROC, and Mr bones

(Sucker) I blacked out one time, back in '93
Some motherfuckers tried to do me
But I came back with the outbreed
To fuck the world up

A pow, a bang, I got 'em, I shot 'em
I globetrot 'em and dunk emcees
Like mic I drop 'em emcees get destroyed as
To fuck up the whole scene, kit and caboodle
I cruise down, niggas starin'

Attention, what's your extension? I wanna
Get to know ya
My duty as the male race is to ho ya
Cause hoes should be ho'd
Ladies should be kept
Niggas should get death for
Even tryin' to step, i bet
Because The ROC creeps like a snake
And then I rattles and rolls
And shakes up the industry
Your deeds and missions couldn't even compare
My black hair hittin' in the midnight
I takes flight
With the House, I drop the crazy
So act like you know
The mental skill might go hazy
If you try to loc

Who got the lyrics that's on?
Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, ROC, and Mr bones
Who got the lyrics that's on?
Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, ROC, and Mr bones
Who got the lyrics that's on?
Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, ROC, and Mr bones
Who got the lyrics that's on?
Who got the chrome?
The dirty trio, Hektic, ROC, and Mr bones

Nam wA nam wA
Nam wA nam wA
Go away, bad wolf, unless you would drown
You can blow and blow but not this house down
No matter how good you luck has been
You'll get no hair from my chinny chin chin