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Meth
Traces of lipstick on my collar
Baby you got to do some more to get this last dollar
Hotter than lava when you come believe that I'ma follow
Lady Madonna like to drink but she don't like to sw*llow
Rockin' that Prada, honey stay up in the beauty-polla'
Girl it would be my honour, make you my babymomma
Holler she hella proper, fk with tha dumbin' cousin
Sucka for lovin'-buggin', shockin' them duckin' buckin'
Suckin' then finga-fkin', then let me say you somethin'
I'm knock the stuffin' of that English muf*in
Can't tell me nuthin', uhn uhn
Pushin yo panic button when I'm stuckin
All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC! Oh girl you nasty
Redman
Yo' I get it on poppin'
Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my drawers
Suckin' your mouth with a torn stockin'
Rapped around ? , I'm creepin' when you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, darkening the area, then hop in
Pick up my bigga nigg* who helped me figured the plottin'
Droppin' the tops, splittin' the dough
Shoppin' in rotten--New York, birds flockin'
Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', they leave the parking
unforgetable can be forgotten
Doc and Meth's album enterin the top ten!
Choppin' it raw, lockin' 'n blockin',
Only raw choppin' his metaph*res, so cops can stop watchin'
I put 'em in and c*ck 'em, ready to rock 'em stock 'em
Renevate your appartment, when these two things barkin'
My Mackamichi knockin', bougie holes be spottin' on they tampons
I get 'em drippie like leaky faucets
Chorus: Redman, Meth
Now who a b*tch nigg*?!
Now who a snitch nigg*?!
Now who the s**t nigg*?!
Now who the sick nigg*?!
Now who you with nigg*?!
With who you with nigg*?!
Who rock s**t nigg*?!
Who pop s**t nigg*?!
Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!
Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!
Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!
Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!
Redman
I figured it out: ya'll ain't as big as yo' mouth
My street-value well it ain't won't even fit in yo' couch
When I bust t*ts come out
No matter what city hardc*re committee's dumb to fk out
Son's ya duck out! Nuthin' to lose, poppin' a two up in ya goose
Buckle yo shoes, scuffle my boots, fkin' with you
Blow my Anaconda like Nirvana
Marijuana got girls on they knees and they gon' bind us
Gettin' 'em dirty dirty with the hersey and the bombin'
Holla the drama, fire two in ya armor
Ya pigeon betta call ma, the ice is a honour
To in help me lift an arm up, lebaba(?) with ya momma
Even dirty her donna, my d*ck is heronomic
Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you nasty
Meth
Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distance
Ain't go no pot to pi*s in? Ain't got no competition
Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me lippin'
Come mis and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' different
Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens that keep forgettin'
I ain't the one for trickin', or anybody-kickin'
Rippin' these compesitions, scrippin' them paper-written
Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin', ballin' like Scottie Pippen
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm frost bittin'
s**ttin' like 'No he didn't', wipin' my as* and splittin'
Chattin' like Joe gettin'
All in the zone settin' it off like Big Daddy
It ain't no half-steppin'...I keep rappin'
Staten you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'
Duckin' my Smith & Wesson , trashin' the Meth and catchin'
Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you nasty
Chorus
