And this is the way We rock the house Ha hah Ya don't Ya can't And I don't Ya don't stop D M C Huh I'm the King of Rock, there is none higher Sire To
[Run] And this is the way.. we rock the house! Ha hah.. Ya don't.. Ya can't.. and I don't.. ya don't stop! D.. M.. C.. Huh.. [D.M.C.] I'm the King
crack rock I'm blowin' up your spot by remote Mr. Cut Throat J-Ro: I"m from Cystal-ifornia I warned ya I'd be on ya The Ro is outer national
C. Mayfield]) Play yourself a dark corner motherfucker, yea ("Brother, you know you're wrong.." - [C. Mayfield]) Come on, can't stop, won't stop, rockin
't see me I'm up in D.C. with strike number three Clownin, made a little stock to get a little cock Now I got niggaz bangin and lootin rock I'm going
in the house once again Livin the life that of diamonds and guns and now gems pulls gats like a basehead pulls on stems the Mobb got the bomb run out
, you shoulda seen me when I got 'em I was in my house (in my house) dancin in the mirror Straight thinkin 'bout gettin out and how I'm 'bout to kill '
Ladies are you with me? Yeah That sounds nice You know we love you Ice I'm a junkie for females and that's the fact I'm not into havin' my homeboys
Yo, yo, what's up, this is MC Ice T I'm here to kick off the M.V.P.S for the 90's You know I'm talkin' about my most valuable player Buddies, ya, know
Yeah,Syndicate's in the house Yeah,Geto Boys in the house Yeah,Donald D's in the house Yeah,Body count's in the house Yeah,Zulu Nation's in the house
? Then C-Walk homie C-Walk homie, Slip Capone, C-Walk homie O.G. Tray Deee, C-Walk homie Kurupt, Dat Nigga Daz, Soopafly now walk on 'em C-Walk homie, C
I'm in the house, about six, twist the lit I park my V Hic, feedin' my bitch They wonder if I switched since I signed my deal I'm legit, I'm deep up
the business? D.C., what's the business? Chi town, what's the business? I'm from a place called Compton, California Most of my dogs smoke marijuana Most on the run
em I'm kinda hopin' that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C. So later on we'll be rollin' Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch My niggaz
house, Jersey's in the house I said Brooklyn's in the house, Brooklyn's in the house I said Uptown's in the house, Uptown's in the house I said The Bronx
in it for the long run I won't leave the studio until a song's done And ain't nothing really hard about getting my cash A big phat house with a million
I remember how it all began I used to sing dirty raps to my East side fans Back then I knew you couldn't stop this rap No M.C. could rock like that Then
coke factory (You got it twisted, Bridget Why pressin' charges when I'm depressin' hard and shit) Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory (Run
