Hit the lights and I appear beyond the stratosphere of Meccable function
 and if you're pretty let your lady sleep in Carmel City
 Begin and end the day on Lennon hunts for beachfronts
 to lit blunts  now all agreed we're sippin OJ with the Dom P
 Bounce and bring it like it counts to be Luccified
 CL is sextified and women spell me nationwide
 You say you want my lips where and I can grab your what?
 I love your hips legs breasts faces with the firm butt
 Now feel the muscle when I hustle in the bedsheets
 Cause my manly treats can hit the fridge for more sweet
 SPLASH, and let me do my thing til it's hot and sweaty
 Reload the CamCorder, I guess by then you'll be ready
 Cause All My Children got One Life to Live
 But knockin wifey out the box is clearly a negative
 I'm in rugged wears with fancy facial wears
 and all the real shit come in pairs, and bounce em in the house y'all

 {Q-Tip sample} Pete Rock, is in the house.. CL, is in the house.. (4X)

 [Pete Rock]
 Back again, I'm here to win, to bust rhymes on beats again
 Copycats and rugrats, sit back and watch a champion
 It's time to wreck shop and show the world I'm true to hip-hop
 So check the style and peace to niggaz in the penile
 Now umm, it's the original Funky Chicken tactic
 I run game on your brain for the fame cause I'm active
 You try to follow in my footsteps, you can't do it
 I'm pullin your card it ain't hard, I don't have to prove it
 It's Pete Rock and CL Smooth to the utmost
 From coast to coast, the music makes you overdose
 You fiend, for the gangsta lean, I makes you scream
 Rugged Bro Soul on the scene
 a.k.a. the funk doer, numero uno, that means
 number one I get the job done plus I pack a gun
 So run, and tell your peoples you'll be on the lookout
 It's all about "Who's in the House?" with the funk

 {Q-Tip sample} Pete Rock, is in the house.. CL, is in the house.. (4X)

 [CL Smooth]
 Money up steps the new era of my lyrical terror
 Funkadelic for lightin up spots ever since little tots
 When the dust settle I'm packin heavy metal plenty
 The drop'll slaughter many, strictly off illegal entry
 It's elementary Watson, I drive a Benz not a Datsun
 Before my kicks hit the stage, we've been Foot Lock-in
 Body rockin to keep the ladies flockin with a concoction
 Rippin your blouse for no less than arrest in Morehouse
 My teeth prints where my knife slits, we train em
 and scar em like pits, off vibes of the Mecca joint
 Vibe to position, never runnin out of ammunition
 Now to the heart, I'm steppin with a concealed weapon
 Nothing's calm when the bomb blaze you know the phrase
 It's Pete Rock and CL Smooth knockin nowadays
 Eastside kid, you don't want none, so catch a relay
 I'm lettin off on anybody tryin to steal my DJ

 {Q-Tip sample} Pete Rock, is in the house.. CL, is in the house.. (4X)
 {Q-Tip sample} Check it out, give me my 'spect (8X)
 {Q-Tip sample} Pete Rock, is in the house.. CL, is in the house.. (10X