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(feat. Redman)

Traces of lipstick on my
Baby you got to do more to get this last dollar
Hotter than lava when you come believe I'ma follow
Lady Madonna like the but she don't like to swallow
that product, honey stay up in the beauty-polla'
Girl it would be my honour, make you my
Holler she hella proper, fuck tha dumbin' cousin
Sucka for lovin'-buggin', shockin' duckin' buckin'
Suckin' then finga-fuckin', let me show you somethin'
I'll knock stuffin' off that English muffin
tell me nuthin', uhn uhn
Pushin' yo' panic button in when I'm
All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC! Oh you nasty

Yo' I get it on
Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, my drawers
Suckin' your mouth a torn stockin'
Rapped around ya noggin, I'm creepin' you parkin'
out the lights, darkening the erea, then hop in
Pick up my bigga nigga who helped me figured the
Droppin' the tops, splittin' the
in rotten--New York, first flockin'
Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin'
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', they the parking
Niggaz can be forgotten
Doc and Meth album the top ten!
it raw, lockin' 'n blockin',
Only raw choppin' his metaphores, so cops can watchin'
I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to 'em stock 'em
your appartment, when these two things barkin'
My Mackamichi knockin', holes be spottin' on they tampons
I get 'em dripple like faucets

Redman, (Meth)]

Now who a nigga?!
(Now who a nigga?!)
Now who the nigga?!
(Now who the nigga?!)
Now who you nigga?!
(With who you nigga?!)
Who rock nigga?!
(Who pop nigga?!)

(Come on!) on! (Come on!) Come on!
(Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) on!
(Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) on!
(Come on!) on! (Come on!) Come on!

I figured it out: ya'll ain't as big as yo' mouth
My well it ain't won't even fit in yo' couch
When I bust titties out
No matter what city hardcore dumb to fuck out
Son's ya duck out! Nuthin' to lose, poppin' a two up in ya
Buckle yo shoes, scuff on my boots, fuckin' you
Blow my Anaconda Nirvana
Marhihuana got bitches on they knees and they bind us
Gettin' 'em dirty dirty with the hersey and the
Holla the drama, fire two in ya
Ya betta call ma, the ice is a honour
To in help me lift an arm up, lebaba(?) with ya
Even her donna, my dick is heronomic
Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you

Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so keep yo'
go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition
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' these compesitions, scrippin' them
Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin', ballin' Scottie Pippen
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm bittin'
Shittin' like 'No he didn't', wipin' my ass and
like Joe gettin'
All in the settin' it off like Big Daddy
It ain't no half-steppin'...I rappin'
you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'
Duckin' my Smith & wesson, the Meth and catchin'
Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh you nasty