In The House – Run-D. M. C

Back, back, back with the boom, so give a nigga room
Came with the fame with my name came a tune
The King of Rock, there is none higher
God?? with Madonna not melodic like Mariah,
Carey, when Larry put me in his Caddy I made my album
I rock the funky beat like Marky Mark be rockin Calvin,
Klein’s, no friend of mine, I told you Pryor,
Richard, switch it all around now you admire
“;My Adidas”; was a hit in eighty-six it made me dollars
Stompin straight through Compton niggaz there was screamin, “;HOLLIS!”;
Back to the top, you’re bout to get dropped
Go for what you know or ride the bo’ and get stopped
My man Darryl Mack, dressed in all black
I pass the mic to D (and D. M. C.’ll pass it back)
Rappers won’t be dissin after this rap song
Cause they sing like Rodney King, “;Can’t we all just get along?”;

Chorus

[D. M. C.]
From a harder core, I’m kickin the raw
I wreck it on tour, I’m breakin your jaw
This is what Run-D. M. C.’ll be about y’all
I make the party people want to scream and shout y’all
I’m just a b-boy, so watch me destroy
You best believe in you’re receivin D. M. C. boy
I used to explode, I never let go
I let the tec go back because I said so
Yeah I’m a hoodlum, but I’m a good one
So punks gunnin for my run I wish they would come
So back up, Mr. Softy cause you’re not hard
You’re never comin off because I got God
Just?? ?? and get a beat down
Never weak kid, I come up with more street sounds
Rhymes galore and soarin ‘cross the floor an’


Lyric In The House – Run-D. M. C