Lyrics of Bak inda buildin

Yo redman is the coooooooooooooooolest shit i done fuckin heard!
(yeah, hahaha... this is dr. trevis, comin to y'all motherfuckers live)

(redman)
Yo, i'm spittin my rhymes, we gonna get you
To bump the music to break your neck to
(yo yo yo yo, ay ay ay) yeah
(y'all muh'fuckers ain't ready)

Yo, when i spit my rhymes, we gonna get you
To bump the music to break your neck to
You want the hard shit, nigga let me connect you
It's 1-800-yo-gilla; feel me flow
I open doors for the newcomers
I show you how to rock the mic, pull yo' pants up and do somethin
I lay my hats where my boots stompin
Whether jersey or australia with kangaroo jumpin
Yeah, i feel that hip-hop's gone
My pen catch attitudes, it cry in a song
I laugh cause i'm a vet, and still get the guap as strong
As any nigga, i ain't alarmed
Yes y'all, it's the doc, i'm back on my business
With jizz for, real niggaz and my bitches
I got my hands on my steerin wheel and stick shift
Drivin by nigga, pissin on yo' picnic

(chorus 2x: redman)
One time for your motherfuckin mind ("comin straight from the..")
One time for your motherfuckin mind ("comin straight from the..")
One time for your motherfuckin mind
Gilla house, is back in the buildin

(redman)
Yo, yo i'm back on my grizzly, set the bear trap
We don't work for nike but sure can (air) a mac
My pen game tight in the hood like hair wraps
You a (40 year old virgin), gettin hair waxed
Now, reggie noble '07 internation-al
My girl got guns in her speghetti-strap gown
If you love hip-hop, where my people at now?
Relax now, got it mapped down, gilla house
I jump in the crowd (ohhhhhhhhhh!)
Whenever i do it i do it loud, grown man style
Since i was a child butt-naked
I knew i would grow to be the one (?) on record

(chorus w/ ad libs)

Ride nigga!