In The House
Run–D.M.C.
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Lyrics
I'm in the house! (Huh!) I'm in the house! (Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh!) I'm in the house! (Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh!) I'm in the house! (Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!)
Back, back, back with the boom, so give a nigga room
Came with the fame, with my name came a tune
The King of Rock, there is none higher
Got erotic with Madonna, not melodic like Mariah
Carey, when Larry put me in his Caddy I made my album
I rock a funky beat like Marky Mark be rockin' Calvin
Kleins, no friend of mine, I told you prior
Richard, switch it all around, now you admire
My Adidas was a hit in '86, it made me dollars
Start with Straight Through Compton
Niggas there were screamin' Hollis
Back to the top, you 'bout to get dropped
Go for what you know or ride your bow and get stopped
My man Darryl Mack dressed in all black
I pass the mic to D (And D.M.C.'ll pass it back)
Rappers won't be dissin' after this rap song
Girls, just sing like Rodney King, can't we all just get along?
I'm in the house! (Huh!) I'm in the house! (Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh!) I'm in the house! (Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh!) I'm in the house! (Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!)
From my heart I call, I kick it all raw
I'm wicked on tour, I'm breakin' your jaw
Since the start of D.M.C. I be about y'all
I make the party people wanna scream and shout y'all
I'm just a b-boy, so watch me destroy
You best believe it, never deceivin' D.M.C., boy
I use the Ech-o, I never let go
I let the Tec go back up 'cause I said so
Yeah, I'm a hoodlum, but I'm a good one
The punk Sonny from around I wish he would come
So back up, Mr. Softy, 'cause you're not hard
You're never comin' off me 'cause I got shards
This street kid get a bit of beat down
Every week, kid, I come up with a street sound
Rhymes galore and foreign cars are floorin'
Some more tourin', knockin' down your door and
I'm in the house! (Huh!) I'm in the house! (Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh!) I'm in the house! (Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh!) I'm in the house! (Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!)
Come on and jump to the rhythm I give 'em is what I give 'em
When I did 'em, had to hit 'em and split 'em
But when I did 'em, lit 'em up like a bulb in the dark
I made you blink, I faked you out 'cause I know you's a mark
I got a lot of what I got, I gotta do what I got
Don't step to me or D.M.C. and it'll be in your heart
Now ease up, back up off the bozo, you know that you're butt
You think you're doin' me or D, nigga, please! (What?)
I'm in the house! (Huh!) I'm in the house! (Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh!) I'm in the house! (Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh!) I'm in the house! (Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh!) I'm in the house! (Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh!) I'm in the house! (Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh!) I'm in the house! (Huh!)
I'm in the house! (Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!)