Y.O.U. - Method Man, Redman

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 liketo drink, but she don’t like to swallow

Rockin' that Prada, Honey stay up in the beauty parlor

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'

I’ll knock the stuffin' off that English Muffin

Can’t tell me nuthin', uhn uhn

Pushin' yo' panty botton when I’m stuckin'

All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC!

Oh girl you nasty

Yo' I get it on poppin'

Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my drawers

Suckin' your mouth with a torn stockin'

Rapped around and knockin', I’m creepin' when you parkin'

Shoot out the lights, darken the area, 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

Niggas unforgetable can be forgotten

Doc and Meth entering the top ten!

Choppin' it raw, lockin' 'n blockin'

Only raw choppin', it’s metaphores, so cops can stop watchin'

I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to rock 'em stock 'em

Renovate your appartment, when these two things barkin'

My Mackamichi knockin', bougie hoes be spottin' on they tampons

I get 'em drippin' like Licky Falls

: Redman,

Now who a bitch nigga?!

Now who the shit nigga?!

Now who you with nigga?!

Who rock shit nigga?!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

I figured it out: ya’ll niggas 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

Marijuana got bitches on they knees in they Gabbanas

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 honor

Twin help me lift her 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

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', on anybody kickin'

Rippin' these compositions, 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 force spittin'

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

And ain’t no half-steppin'…I keep reppin'

Staten you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'

Duckin' my Smith & Wessum, trashin' the Meth and catchin'

Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC!

Oh girl you nasty