stratosphere of
Meccablefunction
And if you're pretty let your
Lady sleep in Carmel City
Begin an d end the day on
Lennon hunts for
beachfronts to lit blunts
Now all agreed we're
sippin OJ with the Dom P
Bounce and bring it like it
Counts to be Luccified
CL is sextified and women
spell me nationwide
You say you want my lips where
And I can grab your what?
I love your hips legs breasts
Faces with the firm butt
Now feel the muscle when I
Hustle in the bedsheets
Cause my manly treats can hit
The fridge for more sweets
SPLASH, an d let me do my thing
Til it's hot and sweaty
Reload the CamCorder
I guess by then you'll be ready
Cause All My Children got
One Life to Live
But knockin wifey out the box
Is clearly a negative
I'm in rugged wears
with fancy facial wears
And all the real shit come in pairs
And bounce em in the house y'all
Pete Rock is in the
bust rhymes on beats again
Copycats and rugrats
Sit back and watch a champion
It's time to wreck shop and show
The world I'm true to Hip- Hop
So check the style and peace
To niggas in the penile now umm
It's the original Funky Chicken tactic
I run game on your brain for
The fame cause I'm active
You try to follow in my footsteps
You can't do it
I'm pullin your card it ain't hard
I don't have to prove it
It's Pete Rock and CL
Smooth to the utmost
From coast to coast
The music makes you overdose
You fiend, for the gangsta lean
I makes you scream
Rugged raw Soul on the scene
Aka the funk doer, numero uno,
that means
Number one I get the job done
Plus I pack a gun so run
And tell your peoples you'll
Be on the lookout
It's all about "Who's in the
House?" with the funk
Pete Rock is in the
Of my lyrical terror
Funkadelic for lightin up spots
Ever since little tots
When the dust settle I'm
Packin heavy metal plenty
The drop'll slaughter many
Strictly off illegal entry
It's elementary Watson
I drive a Benz not a Datsun
Before my kicks hit the stage
We've been Foot Locking
Body rockin to keep the ladies
Flockin with a concoction
Rippin your blouse for no less
Than arrest in Morehouse
My teeth grit's where my knife slit's
We train em and scar em like pit's
Off vibes of the Mecca joint
Vibe to position
Never runnin out of ammunition
Now to the heart
I'm steppin with a concealed weapon
Nothing's calm when
the bomb blaze
You know the phrase
It's Pete Rock and CL Smooth
knockin nowadays
Eastside kid, you don't want none
So catch a relay
I'm lettin off on anybody tryin
To steal my DJ
Pete Rock is in the house,
CL is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house,
CL is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house,
CL is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house,
CL is in the house
Check it out and give me my 'spect
Check it out and give me my 'spect
Check it out and give me my 'spect
Check it out and give me my 'spect
Check it out and give me my 'spect
Check it out and give me my 'spect
Check it out and give me my 'spect
Check it out and give me my
'spect
Pete Rock is in the house, CL
is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house,
CL is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house,
CL is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house,
CL is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house,
CL is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house,
CL is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house,
CL is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house,
CL is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house,
CL is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house,
Pete Rock 
