Rodeo

(feat. Ludacris)

Intro: Method Man
Yeah... yeah (come on ride in my rodeo, come on ride in my rodeo)
This one of another one of them nasty M-E-F joints, come on, come on
Come on (come on ride in my rodeo, come on ride in my rodeo)

Method Man
To all the chicks with they thick
Out the whole click, she the baddest b*tch
Dose-doh, round your partner, switch
Clan in Da Front, we be starting s**t
No don't trip, dog, spark 'em, quick
Holla when a real nigg* talkin', trick
We got grip, but we ain't spendin' s**t
You and your friends, stop pretendin' trip

Ludacris
Let a nigg* get nut pushed, better yet let a nigg* get some head
I work 'em, work 'em or feed 'em, burp 'em, then jerk 'em, instead
I get my nuts pushed, on the bottom to the top of your gums
I feel your slurpin', slurpin, I'm skeetin' and squ*rtin' your tongue
And I got about 5 grand, but I won't be spendin' a dime
See cuz overspendin's a crime and I can't be spendin' my time
If you get your guts pushed, could be of cuz Luda and Meth
Could be of cuz we do it best, could be of cuz we screw 'em to death

Chorus: Method Man (Ludacris)
Come up out of them dirty clothes (bend on over and touch them toes)
Uh-oh, we-oh, we-oh! (Come on and ride this rodeo)
(Meth & Luda we lock and load) Round your partner, now dose-doh
Uh-oh, we-oh, we-oh! (Come on and ride this rodeo)

Ludacris
I wonder where about five bottles of gin, models that wanna sw*llow
And wobble, gobble again, tell a couple of friends
I slap that ass, b*tch, take a look and see what you got in
Cuz I've been schemin' and plottin', to have you breathin' and stoppin'

Method Man
What we talkin' bout? p*ssy poppin', car hoppin' women
See 'em watchin', clockin', pigeons
Flockin' Luda they jockin', lightin' buddha, and boots is rockin'
Nameless hoes, take 'em brainless with painted toes
Famous, she code, twerkin' p*ssy, hurtin', workin' that pose

Ludacris
They wanna raise that p*ssy tab, price and position
Enticin' these women, given the proper juice
Life that they livin', hope that they double deuce
Shifted as* cheeks, last week and Ludacris is backseat
Afraid so, ask son, taste them

Method Man
Now watch me, dog 'em, freak 'em
Out every weekend, she puttin' APB's on my d*ck
I keep on bettin' and breathin', where's my pants, I'm leavin'
I'm speakin' facts, mamies creepin' and they cheatin'
They even sleepin' with mats, some be eatin' that cat
I'm teasin', indecent expose, Method be tweakin'
Keep p*ssies leakin' through pantyhoes, marijuana smell on my clothes
This evening, these bunnies got me on swoll, I bust and reload
Honey, break out the 'dro and give me some mo', on the rodeo

Chorus w/ Luda & Meth switching lines