Y.O.U. — текст песни (Method Man)


[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 the dick but she don`t 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`
I`ll knock that stuffin` off that English muffin
Can`t tell me nuthin`, uhn uhn
Pushin` 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 drawers
Suckin` 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 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
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: 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, 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
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`, 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 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 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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