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Traces of on my collar
Baby you got to do more to get this last dollar
Hotter lava when you come believe that 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 proper, fuck with tha dumbin' cousin
Sucka for lovin'-buggin', shockin' them duckin'
Suckin' finga-fuckin', then let me show you somethin'
I'll the stuffin' off that English Muffin
tell me nuthin', uhn uhn
Pushin' yo' botton when I'm stuckin'
All of a sudden, gun-duckin', BBC! Oh girl you nasty

Yo' I get it on
Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, my drawers
Suckin' your mouth a torn stockin'
Rapped around and knockin' , I'm when you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, the erea, then hop in
Pick up my nigga who helped me figured the plottin'
Droppin' the tops, splittin' the
Shoppin' in York, first flockin'
Because I'm heavy like Bo coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', leave the parking
unforgetable 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 rock 'em 'em
Renevate your appartment, these two things barkin'
My Mackamichi knockin', bougie hoes be spottin' on they
I get 'em drippin' Licky Falls

[Chorus]: Redman,

Now who a nigga?!
who a snitch nigga?!]
Now who the nigga?!
who the sick nigga?!]
Now who you nigga?!
[With who you nigga?!]
Who rock nigga?!
pop shit nigga?!]

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

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

Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so yo' distance
Ain't go no pot to in? Ain't 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', that keep forgettin'
I ain't the one for trickin', or
Rippin' these compesitions, scrippin' paper-written
Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin', like Scottie Pippen
It's hot in Kitchen, but still I'm forced bittin'
Shittin' like 'No he didn't', my ass and splittin'
like Joe gettin'
All in the zone settin' it off Big Daddy
It ain't no half-steppin'...I keep
you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'
Duckin' my Smith & Wessen , the Meth and catchin'
Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you