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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 Medana like to drink but she don't like to
swallow
Rockin' that product, honey stay up in the
beauty-polla'
Girl it would be my honour, make you my babymomma
Holler she hella proper, fuck with tha dumbin'
cousin
Sucka for lovin'-buggin', shockin' them duckin'
buckin'
Suckin' then finga-fuckin', then let me say you
somethin'
I'm not to stuffin' of that English muffin
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 erea, then
hop in
Pick up my bigga nigga who helped me figured the
plottin'
Droppin' the tops, splittin' the dough
Shoppin' in rotten--New York, first flockin'
Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', they leave the
parking
Niggaz unforgetable can be forgotten
Doc and Meth's album enterin the top ten!
Choppin' it raw, lockin' 'n blockin',
Only raw choppin' his metaphores, so cops can
stop watchin'
I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to rock 'em
stock 'em
Renevate your appartment, when these two things
barkin'
My Mackamichi knockin', bougie holes be spottin'
on they trampers
I get 'em dripple like Lickey Falses
Chorus: Redman, [Meth]
Now who a bitch nigga?!
[Now who a snitch nigga?!]
Now who the shit nigga?!
[Now who the sick nigga?!]
Now who you with nigga?!
[With who you with nigga?!]
Who rock shit nigga?!
[Who pop shit nigga?!]
[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 niggaz ain't as big as
yo' mouth
My street-value well it ain't won't even fit in
yo' couch
When I bust titties come out
No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to
fuck out
Son's ya duck out! Nuthin' to lose, poppin' a two
up in ya goose
Buckle yo shoes, cuffle my boots, fuckin' with
you
Blow my Anaconda like Nirvana
Marhihuana got bitches 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 dick 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 piss 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 forced
bittin'
Shittin' like 'No he didn't', wipin' my ass 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 & ? , trashin' the Meth and
catchin'
Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl
you nasty
Chorus
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