Traces of on my collar Baby you got to do some more to get this dollar Hotter lava when you come believe that I'ma follow Medana liketo drink, but she to swallow Rockin' that Prada, stay up in the beauty parlor, Girl it would be my honour, you my babymomma Holler she hella proper, fuck with tha cousin Sucka for lovin'-buggin', them duckin' buckin' Suckin' then finga-fuckin', then let me you somethin' I'll knock the stuffin' off that English tell me nuthin', uhn uhn Pushin' yo' panty botton I'm stuckin' All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC! Oh you nasty
Yo' I get it on Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my your mouth with a torn stockin' Rapped around and knockin' , I'm creepin' you parkin' Shoot out the lights, darkening the erea, hop in Pick up my nigga who helped me figured the plottin' the tops, splittin' the dough 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 choppin' his metaphores, so can stop watchin' I put 'em in and cock 'em, to rock 'em stock 'em Renevate your appartment, when these two barkin' My Mackamichi knockin', bougie be spottin' on they tampons I get 'em drippin' like Licky
[Chorus]: Redman,
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[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] on! [Come on!] on! [Come on!] Come on! on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] on!
I figured it out: niggaz ain't as big as yo' mouth My street-value well it won't even fit in yo' couch When I titties come out No matter what city hardcore committee's to fuck out Son's ya duck out! to lose, poppin' a two up in ya goose yo shoes, cuffle my boots, fuckin' with you Blow my Anaconda Nirvana Marijuana got bitches on they knees in Gabbanas Gettin' 'em dirty with the hersey and the bombin' the drama, fire two in ya armor Ya betta 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 out a young Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you nasty
Itchin' to the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distance Ain't go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me mis and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' different Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens that keep I the one for trickin', or anybody-kickin' Rippin' compesitions, scrippin' them 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', wipin' my ass and Chattin' Joe gettin' All in the zone it off like Big Daddy It no half-steppin'...I keep rappin' Staten you sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin' Duckin' my Smith & Wessen , trashin' the and catchin' Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh you nasty