Method Man & Redman Y.o.u.

(feat. Redman)



[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 Ima follow

Lady Madonna like the dick but she dont 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 show you somethin

Ill knock that stuffin off that English muffin

Cant tell me nuthin, uhn uhn

Pushin yo panic button in when Im 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 ya noggin , Im 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 Im heavy like Bo stockin coat

Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin, they leave the parking

Niggaz unforgetable can be forgotten

Doc and Meth 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 tampons

I get em dripple like Leaky faucets



[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: yall niggaz aint as big as yo mouth

My street-value well it aint wont even fit in yo couch

When I bust titties come out

No matter what city hardcore committees dumb to fuck out

Sons ya duck out! Nuthin to lose, poppin a two up in ya goose

Buckle yo shoes, scuff on 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

Aint go no pot to piss in? Aint 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 aint the one for trickin, or anybody-kickin

Rippin these compesitions, scrippin them paper-written

Hold em and hit n stickin, ballin like Scottie Pippen

Its hot in Hells Kitchen, but still Im frost bittin

Shittin like No he didnt, wipin my ass and splittin

Chattin like Joe gettin

All in the zone settin it off like Big Daddy

It aint 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]
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