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(feat. Redman)

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

Yo' I get it on
Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my
Suckin' your mouth with a torn
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'
the tops, splittin' the dough
Shoppin' in rotten--New York, first
Because I'm like Bo stockin' coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', they leave the
Niggaz can be forgotten
Doc and album enterin' 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 these two things
My Mackamichi knockin', bougie 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 niggaz as big as yo' mouth
My street-value well it ain't won't even fit in yo'
When I bust titties out
No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to out
Son's ya out! Nuthin' to lose, poppin' a two up in ya goose
Buckle yo shoes, on my boots, fuckin' with you
my Anaconda like Nirvana
Marhihuana got bitches on they knees and they gon' us
'em dirty dirty with the hersey and the bombin'
Holla the drama, two in ya armor
Ya betta call ma, the ice is a honour
To in help me an arm up, lebaba(?) with ya momma
Even dirty her donna, my dick is
Pull out a Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you nasty

Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so yo' distance
go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition
Listen, I the clippin', trippin' you get me lippin'
mis and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' different
Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens keep forgettin'
I ain't the one for trickin', or
Rippin' compesitions, scrippin' them paper-written
Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin', like Scottie Pippen
hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm frost bittin'
Shittin' like 'No he didn't', wipin' my ass and
Chattin' like Joe
All in the zone settin' it off Big Daddy
It no half-steppin'...I keep rappin'
you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'
Duckin' my Smith & wesson, trashin' the and catchin'
Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh you nasty