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(feat. Redman)

Traces of lipstick on my
Baby you got to do some more to get last dollar
Hotter than lava when you believe that I'ma follow
Lady Madonna like the dick but she like to swallow
Rockin' that product, honey 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', them duckin' buckin'
then finga-fuckin', then let me show you somethin'
I'll knock that stuffin' off that English
Can't me nuthin', uhn uhn
Pushin' yo' panic 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, clockin' my
Suckin' your mouth with a stockin'
Rapped around ya noggin, I'm when you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, darkening the erea, hop in
up my bigga nigga who helped me figured the plottin'
Droppin' the tops, the dough
Shoppin' in rotten--New York, flockin'
Because I'm like Bo stockin' coat
Watch ya from Fo sparkin', they leave the parking
unforgetable can be forgotten
Doc and Meth album 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 holes be 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!) Come on! (Come on!) 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 committee's dumb to fuck out
Son's ya duck out! Nuthin' to lose, a two up in ya goose
Buckle yo shoes, scuff on my boots, fuckin' you
Blow my Anaconda like
got bitches on they knees and they gon' bind us
Gettin' 'em dirty dirty with the hersey and the
the drama, fire two in ya armor
Ya pigeon call ma, the ice is a honour
To in help me an arm up, lebaba(?) with ya momma
dirty 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
go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition
Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me
Come mis and a whippin', now kids is actin' different
Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens that forgettin'
I ain't the one for trickin', or
Rippin' these compesitions, scrippin' them
'em and hit 'n stickin', ballin' like Scottie Pippen
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm frost
Shittin' 'No he didn't', wipin' my ass and splittin'
Chattin' Joe gettin'
All in the settin' it off like Big Daddy
It no half-steppin'...I keep rappin'
Staten you keep sweatin', frontin' and
Duckin' my Smith & wesson, trashin' the and catchin'
Hell, we leave you in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you nasty