Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JELEEL!
Vocals
Mike Dimes
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JELEEL!
Songwriter
David Crooms
Composer
Michael Goode Jr.
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JELEEL!
Producer
Jacob P Godfrey
Mixing Engineer
Tyler Chase
Mixing Engineer
DvDx
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Jeleel, yeah
[Verse 2]
One big room, full of bad bitches
I'ma call that clubhouse
Nah, nah, I'ma call that Run's House
Baby Phat with the ass and the buns out
Lemme see how you walk, lemme see how you talk
Lemme see what you got, what you worryin' about
And he not like me, I'ma knock it out
And I'm so icy, I'ma rock it out
[Verse 3]
Me, me, me, me, me, me
All she want is D, D, D
And she dumb like ditidi
Guess that mean you're free for D
Got my Ray's on, Mysterio
She like "Ooh kill 'em", Lil TerRio
And she wetter than, better than Ariel
I'ma jump in that, dump in that cereal
[Verse 4]
Yeah, yeah, I be rollin' in the ride
Come inside, you might find another life
Where? It is not like me to sympathize
Over here, look at me, I'm runnin' through the sky
[Verse 5]
One big room, full of bad bitches
I'ma call that clubhouse
Nah, nah, I'ma call that Run's House
Baby Phat with the ass and the buns out
Lemme see how you walk, lemme see how you talk
Lemme see what you got, what you worryin' about
And he not like me, I'ma knock it out
And I'm so icy, I'ma rock it out
[Verse 6]
One big room, full of bad bitches
I'ma call that clubhouse
Nah, nah, I'ma call that Run's House
Baby Phat with the ass and the buns out
Lemme see how you walk, lemme see how you talk
Lemme see what you got, what you worryin' about
And he not like me, I'ma knock it out
And I'm so icy, I'ma rock it out
[Verse 7]
Yo, Jeleel
Let me in, let me in, let me in, hol' up
I got some shorties who said they gon' roll up
They say Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, these bitches is grown up
Yeah she freaky, she nasty, she down to get sassy
And she got a sweet tooth, I gave her Fruit Roll-ups
And she listen to Drake but I never control her
We go in the room and we smash on the sofa
Uh, smash, uh, smash, yeah, I'm from Texas, my bitches got ass
Yeah, I'm in college, she prolly in class
She a smart mothafucker so I know she gettin' passed
I went from apartments to coolin' in penthouses
I meant to say clubhouse, you know I be tweakin'
Jeleel, let me in, let me cool for the weekend
Fuck on them bitches I see on the beacon, gang
[Verse 8]
One big room, full of bad bitches
I'ma call that clubhouse
Nah, nah, I'ma call that Run's House
Baby Phat with the ass and the buns out
Lemme see how you walk, lemme see how you talk
Lemme see what you got, what you worryin' about
And he not like me, I'ma knock it out
And I'm so icy, I'ma rock it out
[Verse 9]
One big room, full of bad bitches
I'ma call that clubhouse
Nah, nah, I'ma call that Run's House
Baby Phat with the ass and the buns out
Lemme see how you walk, lemme see how you talk
Lemme see what you got, what you worryin' about
And he not like me, I'ma knock it out
And I'm so icy, I'ma rock it out
Written by: Abdul Jeleel Yussuf, David Crooms, Michael Goode Jr.