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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 come believe that I'ma
Lady Madonna like the dick but she don't to swallow
Rockin' that product, honey stay up in the
Girl it would be my honour, you my babymomma
Holler she hella proper, fuck tha dumbin' cousin
for lovin'-buggin', shockin' them duckin' buckin'
Suckin' then finga-fuckin', let me show you somethin'
I'll knock that stuffin' off that English
Can't 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' your with a torn stockin'
around ya noggin, I'm creepin' when you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, darkening the erea, hop in
Pick up my bigga who helped me figured the plottin'
Droppin' the tops, the dough
Shoppin' in York, first flockin'
Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin'
ya coat from Fo sparkin', they leave the parking
Niggaz unforgetable can be
Doc and Meth album the top ten!
Choppin' it raw, 'n blockin',
raw choppin' his metaphores, so cops can stop watchin'
I put 'em in and 'em, ready to rock 'em stock 'em
your appartment, when these two things barkin'
My Mackamichi knockin', bougie holes be spottin' on they
I get 'em like Leaky 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!) on! (Come on!) Come on!
(Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) on!
(Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) on!

I figured it out: ya'll ain't as big as yo' mouth
My well it ain't won't even fit in yo' couch
When I titties come out
No what city hardcore committee's 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, with you
my Anaconda like Nirvana
Marhihuana got bitches on they knees and they gon' us
Gettin' 'em dirty with the hersey and the bombin'
Holla the drama, fire two in ya
Ya pigeon betta ma, the ice is a honour
To in help me lift an arm up, lebaba(?) ya momma
dirty her donna, my dick is heronomic
Pull out a Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you nasty

Itchin' to start the mission, so keep yo' distance
go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition
Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me
mis and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' different
Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens keep forgettin'
I the one for trickin', or anybody-kickin'
Rippin' compesitions, scrippin' them paper-written
Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin', ballin' like Scottie
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'
Staten you keep sweatin', frontin' and
Duckin' my Smith & wesson, trashin' the Meth and
Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you