Method Man - Y.O.U. (feat. Redman) Lyrics
Y.O.U."(feat. Redman)[Meth]Traces of lipstick on my collarBaby you got to do some more to get this last dollarHotter than lava when you come believe that I'ma followLady Madonna like the dick but she don't like to swallowRockin' that product, honey stay up in the beauty-polla'Girl it would be my honour, make you my babymommaHoller she hella proper, ***** with tha dumbin' cousinSucka for lovin'-buggin', shockin' them duckin' buckin'Suckin' then finga-*****in', then let me show you somethin'I'll knock that stuffin' off that English muffinCan't tell me nuthin', uhn uhnPushin' yo' panic button in 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 drawersSuckin' your mouth with a torn stockin'Rapped around ya noggin , I'm creepin' when you parkin'Shoot out the lights, darkening the erea, then hop inPick up my bigga nigga who helped me figured the plottin'Droppin' the tops, splittin' the doughShoppin' in rotten--New York, first flockin'Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coatWatch ya coat from Fo sparkin', they leave the parkingNiggaz unforgetable can be forgottenDoc 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 ***** 'em, ready to rock 'em stock 'emRenevate your appartment, when these two things barkin'My Mackamichi knockin', bougie holes be spottin' on they tamponsI get 'em dripple like Leaky faucets[Chorus: Redman, (Meth)]Now who a ***** 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' mouthMy street-value well it ain't won't even fit in yo' couchWhen I bust titties come outNo matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to ***** outSon's ya duck out! Nuthin' to lose, poppin' a two up in ya gooseBuckle yo shoes, scuff on my boots, *****in' with youBlow my Anaconda like NirvanaMarhihuana got *****es on they knees and they gon' bind usGettin' 'em dirty dirty with the hersey and the bombin'Holla the drama, fire two in ya armorYa pigeon betta call ma, the ice is a honourTo in help me lift an arm up, lebaba(?) with ya mommaEven dirty her donna, my dick is heronomicPull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you nasty[Meth]Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distanceAin't go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competitionListen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me lippin'Come mis and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' differentDitchin' them double-dippin', chickens that keep forgettin'I ain't the one for trickin', or anybody-kickin'Rippin' these compesitions, scrippin' them paper-writtenHold 'em and hit 'n stickin', ballin' like Scottie PippenIt's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm frost bittin'Shittin' like 'No he didn't', wipin' my ass and splittin'Chattin' like Joe gettin'All in the zone settin' it off like Big DaddyIt 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
