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(feat. Redman)

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

Yo' I get it on
Doc, yo' doors, clockin' my drawers
Suckin' your mouth with a torn
Rapped around ya noggin, I'm when you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, the erea, then hop in
Pick up my bigga nigga who me figured the plottin'
Droppin' the tops, splittin' the
in rotten--New York, first flockin'
Because I'm like Bo stockin' coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', they the parking
unforgetable can be forgotten
Doc and Meth 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 rock 'em 'em
Renevate your appartment, these two things barkin'
My Mackamichi knockin', bougie holes be spottin' on tampons
I get 'em dripple like Leaky

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 shit nigga?!
(Who pop nigga?!)

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

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

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