Too Many Dudes in My House Video (MV)

Well ok, so I'm sitting here with nothin really to do
So I lean over, grab the remote, and I turn on the tube
Nothing's on but Ed Mcmahon and something bout Lucille Ball
I'm bored so get up and grab the phone and give Brother Rupe a call
I said Yo, Rupe, there's nothing down and I really want to do something now
So he grabs his git, gets in the car and the 'Prick starts comin down
But on the way he sees some joes who ask my man, whassup?
He tells 'em he's widdit to jam so the follow him in their truck
There's too many dudes in my house. I don't know what they're doing here
There's too many dudes in my house. And I'm beginning to fear
Too many dudes in my house. I just wish they'd leave
All these dudes in my house, brutha you wouldn't believe

There's too many dudes in my house

We start our playin', fresh as can be, and I get on the horn with bunk
The man comes down to my place wid Flunkey in the trunk
He whips her out and what do you know but the doorbell is ringin' again
Open it up the the ugly face of Ryan and all his friends
So they all pile in, and have a seat and listen to the jam
Till Bunk gets funk and wants to call the J.G. mutha man
J.G., he comes right over, with D not far behind
And forty five dudes who followed them now putting me in a bind

There's too many dudes in my house

I want to jam so I keep on playin' and kickin' it with the crew
But people keep on coming to hear us play; there's nothing I can do
I try and try to kick them out but there's more than I can count
And now you see just what I mean and what this song's all about

There's too many dudes in my house