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Traces of lipstick on my
you got to do some more to get this last dollar
Hotter than lava when you come believe I'ma follow
Medana liketo drink, but she to swallow
Rockin' that Prada, Honey stay up in the parlor,
Girl it be my honour, make you my babymomma
Holler she hella proper, fuck tha dumbin' cousin
Sucka for lovin'-buggin', shockin' duckin' buckin'
Suckin' then finga-fuckin', then let me show you
I'll knock the stuffin' off that English
tell me nuthin', uhn uhn
Pushin' yo' panty when I'm stuckin'
All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC! Oh girl you

Yo' I get it on
Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, my drawers
your mouth with a torn stockin'
Rapped around and knockin' , I'm when you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, the erea, then hop in
up my bigga nigga who helped me figured the plottin'
Droppin' the tops, the dough
Shoppin' in rotten--New York, flockin'
I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', they leave the
Niggaz can be forgotten
Doc and labled the top ten!
it raw, lockin' 'n blockin',
Only raw his metaphores, so cops can stop watchin'
I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to 'em stock 'em
Renevate your appartment, these two things barkin'
My Mackamichi knockin', bougie hoes be on they tampons
I get 'em drippin' Licky Falls

[Chorus]: Redman,

Now who a nigga?!
[Now who a nigga?!]
Now who the nigga?!
[Now who the nigga?!]
Now who you nigga?!
who you with nigga?!]
Who rock nigga?!
pop shit nigga?!]

[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] on!
on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on!
[Come on!] on! [Come on!] Come on!
[Come on!] Come on! on!] Come on!

I figured it out: ya'll niggaz ain't as big as yo'
My street-value well it ain't won't even fit in yo'
When I bust titties out
No matter what city hardcore dumb to fuck out
Son's ya duck out! Nuthin' to lose, a two up in ya goose
Buckle yo shoes, cuffle my boots, with you
Blow my Anaconda like
Marijuana got bitches on knees in they Gabbanas
Gettin' 'em dirty dirty with the and the bombin'
Holla the drama, two in ya armor
Ya pigeon call ma, the ice is a honour
To in me lift an arm up, lebaba(?) with ya momma
Even dirty her donna, my dick is
Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh you nasty

Itchin' to the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distance
Ain't go no pot to piss in? got no competition
Listen, I slip the clippin', you get me lippin'
mis and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' different
Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens keep forgettin'
I ain't the one for trickin', or
these compesitions, scrippin' them paper-written
Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin', ballin' Scottie Pippen
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but I'm forced bittin'
Shittin' like 'No he didn't', my ass and splittin'
Chattin' Joe gettin'
All in the zone it off like Big Daddy
It ain't no half-steppin'...I rappin'
Staten you sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'
Duckin' my Smith & Wessen , trashin' the Meth and
Hell, we you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you nasty