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(feat. Redman)

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

Yo' I get it on
Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, my drawers
Suckin' mouth with a torn stockin'
Rapped around ya noggin, I'm when you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, darkening the erea, hop in
Pick up my nigga who helped me figured the plottin'
Droppin' the tops, the dough
in rotten--New York, first flockin'
Because I'm heavy like Bo coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', they leave the
unforgetable can be forgotten
Doc and Meth album the top ten!
it raw, lockin' 'n blockin',
Only raw choppin' his metaphores, so can stop watchin'
I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to 'em stock 'em
Renevate your appartment, when two things barkin'
My Mackamichi knockin', bougie holes be spottin' on 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 street-value well it 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 gon' bind us
Gettin' 'em dirty dirty with the and the bombin'
Holla the drama, fire two in ya
Ya pigeon betta ma, the ice is a honour
To in me lift 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 start the mission, so keep yo' distance
Ain't go no pot to in? Ain't got no competition
Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me
Come mis and catch a whippin', now is actin' different
Ditchin' them double-dippin', that 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
hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm frost bittin'
Shittin' like 'No he didn't', wipin' my ass and
like Joe gettin'
All in the zone it off like Big Daddy
It ain't no half-steppin'...I rappin'
you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'
Duckin' my & wesson, trashin' the Meth and catchin'
Hell, we leave you in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you nasty