In The House

Hit the lights and I appear beyond the stratosphere of Meccable function

and if you're pretty let your lady sleep in Carmel City

Begin and 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 sweet

SPLASH, and 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 house.. CL, is in the house

Back again, I'm here to win, to 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 niggaz 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 Bro Soul on the scene

a.k.a. 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 house.. CL, is in the house

Money up steps the new era 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 Lock-in

Body rockin to keep the ladies flockin with a concoction

Rippin your blouse for no less than arrest in Morehouse

My teeth prints where my knife slits, we train em

and scar em like pits, 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

Check it out, give me my 'spect

Pete Rock, is in the house.. CL, is in the house..