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Aight fellas, y'all always steppin' to me sayin' like
"Yo, give us some time to rhyme"
So now here's your chance
I want y'all to kick your best shit for '93 and be outtie
Whose house? Our house
Our house Hell yeah
Whose house? Our house
Our house Hell yeah
Whose house? Our house
Our house Hell yeah
Whose house? It's yours
Who run this house here? Who run it? We do
If you don't like it, there's the door, miss, see you
I'm not about to let the brothers down, that's why I'm here, see
Straight from the sewer, both nasty and naughty
I pay the bills, where the pass is my castle
I bust your shit if you give me any hassle
So watch your step, watch your mouth, I got rules so
You can ask Wanda, "Al, for real though"
Nasty as I wanna be, don't even ask it
If you don't like what's in my house, then un-ask it
So don't make me mad, piss me off, I'll pitch a fit
When I step in my house, it means "Aw, shit"
This is my house and you know that I run this
No respect, miss, I'm a male chauvinist
This is a man's thing, we call it macho
If you ain't masculine, ho, you gotta go
I wouldn't put you down if you was a butch
Or treat me like Popeye, blow me down and kiss my foot
But wait a minute, let me ask the fellas, yo
You wanna put the ladies down? Hell fuckin' no
See, they ain't tryin' to hear that old dumb shit
My homies don't play that and I don't either, bitch
So Big Vaughn, Master T, the legs
And Big Drew say goodbye to the bitch
See ya
Whose house? Our house
Our house Hell yeah
Whose house? Our house
Our house Hell yeah
Whose house? Our house
Our house Hell yeah
Whose house? It's yours
Whose house? Our house
Our house Hell yeah
Whose house? Our house
Our house Hell yeah
Whose house? Our house
Our house Hell yeah
Whose house? It's yours
You better wipe your combat boots at the door
'Cause when I'm on tour, it's my fuckin' house for sure
Because I lash out and kick your ass out, I don't play, yo
Fuck hidin' out, I don't need to lay low
You want my money? Bitch, I only spend time
Hittin' the skins and pay your black ass no mind
For every stroke that I give ya
I want a million dollars plus a dime for your every scream and holler
I wrecks it, I rocks it, I fuckin' finger pop it
I rip that ass 'til it's broken, now bitch, here's a token
I kick ass for a livin', stompin' suckers
You don't understand, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I'm livin' proof when I step I'm always packin'
Hit like lightning, smooth like Action
Jackson on the moonwalk and tip but I don't slide
Huh, you pass the boom then you can come inside
But if you don't, you can catch the do', see
Do like Hop Along Stunt and mosey, mosey
This house is mine, built for one thing, check it
Room to room, front to back, you know the one that's gonna wreck it
Think, think, fuck, what you got I can't get
But I'm blessed, I swing lower than sweet chariot
So honey, mount me and let me sample that bounty for my supper
'Cause I'm the thicker dicker upper
Whose house? Our house
Our house Hell yeah
Whose house? Our house
Our house Hell yeah
Whose house? Our house
Our house Hell yeah
Whose house? It's yours
Whose house? Our house
Our house Hell yeah
Whose house? Our house
Our house Hell yeah
Whose house? Our house
Our house Hell yeah
Whose house? It's yours
Yo, I'm the man, I'm the man, I got shit sold
Me, myself and I make up the household
You wanna be down? Sorry, you can't be
The Master Lab is the home of Master T
Me and the fellas is kickin' that ass out
You say "Ladies first"? Bitch, not in my house
When in my house, what I want is much respect
So don't make me have to put your ass in check
Because I say so and mean it and when then and after
And if I get pissed, you will feel the wrath of
The five foot eleven, nine and a half wearin'
So ease up off me and stop starin'
Straight from the trunk full of funk
It's the rugged rhyme wreckin', yo
Gangsta lean on the scene and I get physical
Who's the nigga who figures he can pose a threat?
Bring your crew and a wave and I wreck your set
Neck rough to the groove when I hits the track
Sparks the mic and it's all over, black
Jack move while the song go for what you know
I gots my rock and my Glock at the door
Daddy's home (Yeah)
Daddy's home (Uh)
Daddy's home (Yo)
Daddy's home
Check it, rugged, wicked, wicked, foul
Keep your eyes on this and act like you know my fuckin' style
Whose house? Our house
Our house Hell yeah
Whose house? Our house
Our house Hell yeah
Whose house? Our house
Our house Hell yeah
Whose house? It's yours
Yeah, now that's what I'm talkin' about, fellas
Straight up, no shorts
'93, Takin' 'em
Makin' moves, not faker moves
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