Video Mad Cold Blunts In The House de Eminem 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Eminem - Mad Cold Blunts In The House Lyrics

[Intro]
Funky stuff we got goin on
Like that, you know what I'm sayin'?
This shit is mad funky, kid
We're talking mad hard, aight?
It's time to bust the funky ass new shit, nigga
Check this out, check this out, check this out
Yeah

[Chorus: Chaos Kid & Eminem]
Mad cold blunts is in the house
Tough homeboy, come and turn it out
I got the mad cold blunts that's in the house
Tough homeboy, come and turn this shit out
I got the mad cold blunts that's in the house
Tough homeboy, come and turn it out
The mad cold blunts is in the house
Yeah (come and turn it out)

[Interlude: Eminem]
Yo, you know this shit's gotta be fresh, kid
It's gotta be mad fresh, yo
Check this shit out, word to God
I'm bout to bust this shit, I can't even hear the beat

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Why don't you turn it up? Take your blunt and burn it up
You want respеct, you gotta earn it, yup
That's the way you do it, that's the way you makе kids nut and
Every sucka MC in the place is [?]
To my devastating rhymes and my funky ass beats
I got the beats for all the Jeeps all in the streets
And my man, Chaos Kid, he got somethin' to say
It's a devastating funky rhyme that goes this way
Chaos Kid, won't you get on the mic and show the people how you flip your lid, I said
Uh, Chaos Kid, won't you get on the mic and show the people how you flip your lid
[Verse 2: Chaos Kid]
I'm flipping my lid, and tripping my lip, and doing all that crazy kinda shit
When I'm spamming my fucking dick
See here's a [?] bitch, you know it's fuckin down
My fucking name is Chaos Kid, Snafu, I run your town
I grab the fucking microphone in my white palm
I do that shit, it be like a python
Because you know my shit is, come on, I got the white God
Protecting my funkiness from the MCs that strike hard
Yeah, you fuckin niggas know what time it was
When I grab the microphone, it catch that really fly buzz
Because I'm the man at the top of this shit
With the big ass lick, coming down like a brick
And it's like that

[Chorus: Chaos Kid]
Mad blunts is in the house
Tough homeboy, come and turn it out
The mad cold blunts is in the house
The tough homeboy come and turn it out
I got the maddest, coldest, blunts in the house
Mad, cold, blunts in the house
The toughest, homeboy came to turn that shit out, now dig it

[Interlude: Eminem]
Yo, you know you got to be on the dime and shit
Word to God, kid, I'm bout to turn this shit out like this, check it out
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Well, my name is Eminem, I'm at the top of the lists
All the sucka MCs that blaze they coke and it's...
When I step to the stage, and grabbin onto my dick
And pulling it out, and show the party people how to lick
My dick is long, my dick is real large
My dick is the one, and I'm the man in charge
Chaos Kid, grab the microphone if you would
And tell em bout smoking cold mad ass blunts

[Scratches: DJ Butteh Fingiz]

[Verse 4: Chaos Kid]
Mad blunts, mad, mad blunts
Maddest fuckin blunts that ya ever fuckin' seen
Mad blunts, mad, mad blunts
Like them cold fresh girls in the magazine
As you turn your little fingers through those fuckin dirty pages
I saw [?] shit, I had this for days, bitch
I start explainin why that be [?]
My name is fuckin' Manix tonight, and I would thug out
Fuckin end the beat, fuckin' it up
Cuz I'm the fuckin' producer, motherfucker, you know
It's nasty, and I came to fuckin' steal this beat
And steal this rhyme from my man, Rakim
It goes like this: "The plan begins" , and that shit, you know it was said by Rakim
But it don't fuckin' matter cuz the flow is fatter and I'm fuckin sayin I'll pass the fuckin mic to him, ugh
[Interlude: Eminem]
Word, you know I'm bout to bust this shit, damn
You know this shit is mad, check it out

[Verse 5: Eminem]
Well, I step in the party with the funky fresh gear
I'm the toughest homeboy, Fila wear
You know I got [?] on my feet
And rockin all the funky beats for the peeps still in the streets
Yo, I take the microphone with the fresh ass change up
And then ya know it gotta be a rage, yup
Ya gotta do it real damn fresh
Chaos Kid, do the producin cuz you know you're the best

[Interlude: Chaos Kid]
It's not recording that
It's not recording that, haha
It's not recording that
It's not recording that
It's not recording that
It's not recording that
It's not recording that, yeah, yeah
It's not recording that, check it out

[Verse 6: Chaos Kid]
[Ya ears are?] [?]
Microphone, like that
Microphone, like that, check it on out, check it on out, check it on out
Well we grooving to the funky beat
Got them [?]
Send that shit, send them more
On the microphone, I [?]
Cheer them out, it's like that
Your shit's so damn fat, yo
[?] me, right now
Say that shit, say it loud

[Verse 7: Eminem]
Everybody get on the floor
Move your body in the chair, move it no more
You gotta shake it, shake it, shake it [?]
Now most are naked
Here I go, with a funky rhyme [?]
[And the flow?] here we go
Step to the rhyme and I make it rhyme
You know I'm the best and that I'm in the flesh
And you know I can rock your place
Proclamations, occupations
Hit you in the eye
Make ya cry and you wonder why
I'm the baddest in the place
In the place and all it makes you
Know that I'm M&M and I came to swallow all that, son

[Outro]
Shake that booty
Shake that booty
Shake that booty
Come on now, shake that booty
Come on, go on, now nigga
Come on, go on, now nigga
Come on, go on, now nigga
Shake that booty [?]
[Laughter]