Method Man - Y.O.U. (and Redman) lyric
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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 dont 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 say you somethin'
I'll knock the stuffin' off 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 noggin , I'm creepin' when you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, darkening 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', dearly departed
Niggaz unforgetable can be forgotten
Doc and Meth's album entering 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 dripping like leaky facets
[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, scuffle 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 honour
To in help me lift an arm up, labomba with ya momma
Even dirty her donna, my dick is aeronomic
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 clip in', trippin' you give me lippin'
Comense to 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 bitten
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 & wesson , trashin' the Meth and catchin'
Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you nasty
[Chorus]
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