Method Man - Rodeo (feat. Ludacris) Lyrics
(feat. Ludacris)[Intro: Method Man]Yeah... yeah (come on ride in my rodeo, come on ride in my rodeo)This one of another one of them nasty M-E-F joints, come on, come onCome on (come on ride in my rodeo, come on ride in my rodeo)[Method Man]To all the chicks with they asses thickOut the whole click, she the baddest *****Dose-doh, round your partner, switchClan in Da Front, we be starting shitNo don't trip, dog, spark 'em, quickHolla when a real nigga talkin', trickWe got grip, but we ain't spendin' shitYou and your friends, stop pretendin' trip[Ludacris]Let a nigga get nut pushed, better yet let a nigga get some headI work 'em, work 'em or feed 'em, burp 'em, then jerk 'em, insteadI get my nuts pushed, on the bottom to the top of your gumsI feel your slurpin', slurpin, I'm skeetin' and squirtin' your tongueAnd I got about 5 grand, but I won't be spendin' a dimeSee cuz overspendin's a crime and I can't be spendin' my timeIf you get your guts pushed, could be of cuz Luda and MethCould be of cuz we do it best, could be of cuz we screw 'em to death[Chorus: Method Man (Ludacris)]Come up out of them dirty clothes (bend on over and touch them toes)Uh-oh, we-oh, we-oh! (Come on and ride this rodeo)(Meth & Luda we lock and load) Round your partner, now dose-dohUh-oh, we-oh, we-oh! (Come on and ride this rodeo)[Ludacris]I wonder where about five bottles of gin, models that wanna swallowAnd wobble, gobble again, tell a couple of friendsI slap that ass, *****, take a look and see what you got inCuz I've been schemin' and plottin', to have you breathin' and stoppin'[Method Man]What we talkin' bout? ***** poppin', car hoppin' womenSee 'em watchin', clockin', pigeonsFlockin' Luda they jockin', lightin' buddha, and boots is rockin'Nameless hoes, take 'em brainless with painted toesFamous, she code, twerkin' *****, hurtin', workin' that pose[Ludacris]They wanna raise that ***** tab, price and positionEnticin' these women, given the proper juiceLife that they livin', hope that they double deuceShifted ass cheeks, last week and Ludacris is backseatAfraid so, ask son, taste them[Method Man]Now watch me, dog 'em, freak 'emOut every weekend, she puttin' APB's on my dickI keep on bettin' and breathin', where's my pants, I'm leavin'I'm speakin' facts, mamies creepin' and they cheatin'They even sleepin' with mats, some be eatin' that catI'm teasin', indecent expose, Method be tweakin'Keep pussies leakin' through pantyhoes, marijuana smell on my clothesThis evening, these bunnies got me on swoll, I bust and reloadHoney, break out the 'dro and give me some mo', on the rodeo[Chorus w/ Luda & Meth switching lines]
