[Redman] come!!!!! [Marley] Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this on your fuckin radio
1: Method Man] Oh no, another flow forty fo' If it gets deep, jump in first then hold yo' nose I'm a beast when you on my toe you hear my whistle Checkin 'em hoe, you see my lettin it go I couldn't wait to do a song right, hardly do ya wrong Time to party, Meth, Stephen and Jr. Gong So selecta, come with it, awww it Now done did it, supper ready y'all come get it Now who 'gon me block me pop lock me knock me Jamaica posse most high Haile Allah willin, another sound boy I'm hot bitch I don't catch cold or feelings The truth be the youth And Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man take of his fam That's what better do Examine our we plannin to win Worldwide the people we be jammin again
2: Redman] Make way for Hammond I, dig 'em out tie 'em up for randsome I, shoot at your feet make you dancin I'm pissin on your picnics ya campin Doctor got the ziplock Ziggy When the zig zag roll I'll rip zip code Got fucked up off the hypno I tip toe, then wait till they over (There I go) Aiyyo I got a mo ped in sittin on twenties (Blaow!) out, guns in the air (Blaow!) guns in the air No it's Tiger Bone to get it crackin Aiyyo dread or wrong I'm a sinner, winner of the underground Eat dinner, in of Bob Marley pin up
[Chorus: I don't care your blinb bling bling Over we let them things ring BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! Shoot it up BLAOW!!! it up I don't care about your bling bling Over here we let things ring BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! One time BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! give it up
[Verse 3: Damian "Jr. Gong" I neva wonda why so much reach ya And dem a wonda how so conquer feature Blunt dem so big a fi Bunny,Bob,and Peter it like a teacher preach it like a preacher Put you in a Pussy couldn't style mi up plus no under Gimme di gimme di cup and a couple senorita Jr. Gong di a trouble when mi reach ya DJ fi fi fan dem Grandtsand and di bleacha off the meter, you best believe yah Babylon a smell skunk and get mi neitha Well ever since a ghetto yute dem get mi crippled So mi seh babylon dem a go get a weopen Everytime when we hear politician trippin When a di big ting promote I'm right wid di clip in So just smile now yuh flip yuh flippin lippin Got a big forty it's trigga finga lickin mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't know what's happenin Dem how yuh get so slim it's like yuh fat and go gym Get mi girl inna mi cabin and mi cabin It is slappin jappin dappin it is non Hey! No pork caan inna mi kitchen If a gal try dat she's a pigeon Well a tear off mi pants stitchen Natty inna di benz and have recline switchin If a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up Rastafari dun tell yuh don't
Marley] Play this song on fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio