Method Man & Redman

(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]
[ Y.O.U. Lyrics ]