[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

[Verse 2]

Yo, I'm poppin' the E, but I'm looking for MDMA

With a double barrel, bumpin' NWA

I hustle hard for the guap around any season

That's why my rims beaming where the parking meter reading

Beefin', you're all Vegan, you wouldn't beat a case

You're the type to snitch the first hour, First 48

Never needed a cape, I'm a lyrical hero

Doctor, the Psycho ward gave me a referral

When I form like Wu-Tang in the street with the heat of DeNiro

Redman's the coolest, Reggie Noble's a weirdo

Sativa, with your wife eating the beaver

Skeet on her lips looking like Missy Misdemeanor

The dirtiest rhymer, marijuana addict

The legend, icon, gorilla, classic

Half alien, half bro, I'm the type of asshole

To cut your girl's fake breast with a knife as big as Rambo's

[Chorus]

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

[Outro]

This goes out to them Brick City niggas

Everybody that's smoking that sour diesel

Put one in the air if you're smoking

Gilla House is in the building

California, ATL, New York — we all over this bitch

Detroit, you already know the bidness, let's go