[Intro]
Whoa, uh, get your blunts in the air, and get to smoking it
And uh, passing it around and shit, 'cause this is Gilla House
Big ups to them Detroit niggas: D12, Eminem (Get high, mayne)
Royce Da 5'9", Trick Trick, and them goons
This goes out to Proof, baaabbbby
[Verse 1]
Yo, Reg Noble, roll up in the blue Volvo
I rock Polo, my face like Miguel Cotto
I'm serious, pour the cranberry with the Remy
Impersonate you rappers more than Milli Vanilli
I'm higher than the drug dealer you got your weed from
You rappers won't impress me 'til you learn to make an album
So quit it, fall back, 'cause I got the power
It's music, money, hoes, plus blunts of the sour
My name is Reggie Noble, I'm a sexaholic (Hi, Reggie)
I fucked my babysitter on my mama toilet
I'm a Kon Artist, like the homie from D12
Niggas think I ain't strapped until they hear the shells
Bitch, I'm coming out shootin' through the window, in the car chase
You gettin' shot the fuck up like Scarface
I started rolling blunts, my mind is getting open
My pen is like Cheech and Chong, I'm still smoking
[Chorus]
Yo, so when you see me in your city high as hell
And I'm dancing like Diddy — I just don't give a fuck
Smoking the sour in the drop
With the homie and he holding on the Glock sayin'
I just don't give a fuck
So if you don't follow me on the Twitter
I ain't bitter, fuck you niggas — I just don't give a fuck
When you see me on the streets, run
'Cause most likely Red got a gun — I just don't give a fuck
Whoa, uh, get your blunts in the air, and get to smoking it
And uh, passing it around and shit, 'cause this is Gilla House
Big ups to them Detroit niggas: D12, Eminem (Get high, mayne)
Royce Da 5'9", Trick Trick, and them goons
This goes out to Proof, baaabbbby
[Verse 1]
Yo, Reg Noble, roll up in the blue Volvo
I rock Polo, my face like Miguel Cotto
I'm serious, pour the cranberry with the Remy
Impersonate you rappers more than Milli Vanilli
I'm higher than the drug dealer you got your weed from
You rappers won't impress me 'til you learn to make an album
So quit it, fall back, 'cause I got the power
It's music, money, hoes, plus blunts of the sour
My name is Reggie Noble, I'm a sexaholic (Hi, Reggie)
I fucked my babysitter on my mama toilet
I'm a Kon Artist, like the homie from D12
Niggas think I ain't strapped until they hear the shells
Bitch, I'm coming out shootin' through the window, in the car chase
You gettin' shot the fuck up like Scarface
I started rolling blunts, my mind is getting open
My pen is like Cheech and Chong, I'm still smoking
[Chorus]
Yo, so when you see me in your city high as hell
And I'm dancing like Diddy — I just don't give a fuck
Smoking the sour in the drop
With the homie and he holding on the Glock sayin'
I just don't give a fuck
So if you don't follow me on the Twitter
I ain't bitter, fuck you niggas — I just don't give a fuck
When you see me on the streets, run
'Cause most likely Red got a gun — I just don't give a fuck
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