Lyrics

People! Your boy Banks is back! And this is a Timbaland track! WOO OOOH!!!! This is my house (I'll house you) bitch I run this (Girl I'll house you) This is my house (I'll house you, you in my house now) This is my house you 'gon do what I tell you to do When your in my house under my roof you follow my rules This is my house (Put ya hands up! Put ya put ya put ya put ya put ya hands up!) This is my house (I'll house you, girl you in my house now) Hey, your under my roof, so take off your coat, your hat and funny boots I can't tell you they names, I just know they loose Prefer mix the Cranberry and the Goose A little Armor and that's at least a hundred proof Now shorty's eyes wide from the Bentley and the Coupes She can't stop stealin so she trippin off the stoop And I'm a playboy I might as well tell her the truth Let's run a menage trois and hit the booth I got a big pool and a room full of bathing suits See y'all can go swim, while I get in I'll show you how to make a million dollars with a pen I drink champagne and pop bottles when I spin I can't complain a top model's in the Benz Her wheels is shinnin like it's diamonds in the rims Just gimme a day or two I'm climbin in her friends I do what I do cause This is my house you 'gon do what I tell you to do When your in my house under my roof you follow my rules This is my house (Put ya hands up! Put ya put ya put ya put ya put ya hands up!) This is my house (I'll house you, girl you in my house now) Hey! Watch how you speak Cause I don't slip or squeak I got the heat If you get outta line, you'll be in the street Ambulance man tryin to cover up the leak And nobody to care if they get you in a week I rather go there split a swisher with a freak And get a lap dance while I listen to the beat She's a beauty and petite I can lift her off her feet If she gets in a spur, we don't fuck in hur I'm iced out so she don't see nothin but a blur Becareful where you rub don't get nothin on the fur You know we got them things so the drama don't occur You front cause you drunk, yo' ass gettin jumped I'm high off the funk, dro, hash and the skunk Don't make them niggas dump yo' ass in the trunk They remembers a black mask and a pump Them niggas should have told you This is my house you 'gon do what I tell you to do When your in my house under my roof you follow my rules This is my house (Put ya hands up! Put ya put ya put ya put ya put ya hands up!) This is my house (I'll house you, girl you in my house now)
Writer(s): Michael Small, Curtis Jackson, Timothy Mosely, Christopher Lloyd, Nathaniel Hall, Todd Terry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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