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

Yo' I get it on
Doc, yo' doors, clockin' my drawers
Suckin' your mouth with a torn
Rapped and knockin' , I'm creepin' when you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, the erea, then hop in
Pick up my bigga nigga who helped me figured the
Droppin' the tops, splittin' the
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!
Choppin' it raw, 'n blockin',
Only raw choppin' his metaphores, so cops can watchin'
I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to 'em stock 'em
Renevate your appartment, when these two things
My Mackamichi knockin', bougie hoes be spottin' on they
I get 'em drippin' like Licky

[Chorus]: Redman,

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

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

I figured it ya'll niggaz ain't as big as yo' mouth
My street-value well it ain't won't even fit in yo'
When I bust 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, my boots, fuckin' with you
Blow my Anaconda like
Marijuana got bitches on they in they Gabbanas
Gettin' 'em dirty dirty with the hersey and the
Holla the drama, two in ya armor
Ya pigeon call ma, the ice is a honour
To in help me an arm up, lebaba(?) with ya momma
Even her donna, my dick is heronomic
Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you

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