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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 that 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, with tha dumbin' cousin
Sucka for lovin'-buggin', them duckin' buckin'
Suckin' then finga-fuckin', let me show you somethin'
knock that stuffin' off that English muffin
Can't me nuthin', uhn uhn
Pushin' yo' panic in when I'm stuckin'
All of a sudden, gun-duckin', BBC! Oh girl you nasty

Yo' I get it on
Doc, yo' doors, clockin' my drawers
your mouth with a torn stockin'
Rapped around ya noggin, I'm creepin' when you
Shoot out the lights, darkening the erea, hop in
Pick up my bigga nigga who helped me figured the
Droppin' the tops, the dough
Shoppin' in rotten--New York, flockin'
Because I'm heavy Bo stockin' coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', they leave the
unforgetable can be forgotten
Doc and Meth enterin' the top ten!
Choppin' it raw, 'n blockin',
raw choppin' his metaphores, so cops can stop watchin'
I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to 'em stock 'em
Renevate your appartment, when these two barkin'
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!) Come on! (Come on!) on!
(Come on!) on! (Come on!) Come on!
(Come on!) on! (Come on!) Come 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 ain't even fit in yo' couch
I bust titties come out
No matter city hardcore 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 Nirvana
Marhihuana got on they knees and they gon' bind us
Gettin' 'em dirty dirty with the and the bombin'
Holla the drama, two in ya armor
Ya pigeon betta 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, so keep yo' distance
Ain't go no pot to piss in? got no competition
Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me
Come mis and catch a whippin', now kids is actin'
them double-dippin', chickens that keep forgettin'
I ain't the one for trickin', or
Rippin' these compesitions, scrippin' paper-written
Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin', ballin' like Scottie
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but I'm frost bittin'
Shittin' like 'No he didn't', my ass and splittin'
Chattin' Joe gettin'
All in the zone it off like Big Daddy
It no half-steppin'...I keep rappin'
Staten you keep sweatin', and ass-bettin'
Duckin' my Smith & wesson, trashin' the Meth and
Hell, we leave you in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you nasty