(feat. Poo Bear)
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[Intro: Redman]
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Turn the beat up a little bit
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Got to get that part, baby
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I'mma do it like this, baby, I don't give a fuck, baby
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Yo, yo
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[Redman]
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I walk in the spot, and I see niggas standing 'round
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So I ask what's going down
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Got a girl in the back, a blunt in the mouth
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And a chain on my neck, hang to the ground
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Hey, I said how you feel?
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Baby look tough with a gangsta grill
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I ain't rich, but I pay my bill
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I'm like Jay, I'm trying to drop me 'a mil'
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My hood tripping, chrome wheel whipping
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With all these hoes, you can tell I'm slipping
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Shots of Patron, got bird eye vision
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Even broke niggas wanna learn my pimping
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Yeah, yo, let's be clear
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You're unaware what's in the underwear
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She said 'yeah', I said 'yeah'
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Pulled the purp' out and put it in the air
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[Chorus: Redman (Method Man) {Poo Bear}]
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Aiyo, I smell something burning up
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So I throw it up, and I put it in the air
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(Tell that DJ, turn it up
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While I roll it up, and I, put it in the air)
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{Higher, we gon' take it, higher, watch me move it
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Higher, we put money in the air} Put, put, put, put
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Put it in the air
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[Method Man]
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When I come up in the club, and I see my niggas on the wall
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And I'm like 'yo, what's wrong with ya'll ?'
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Got these girls in the spot, and I don't care if she a bird or not
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Cuz I ain't really trynna talk to ya'll
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Got a pocket full of stones, grown with a pocket full of bones
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I'm a class act, I follow with the chrome
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Lane switching, got your misses on the phone
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Baby girl, turn ya head and teeth missing out her comb
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Look, I want this money off the books
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Little kush, and a Playboy bunny that can cook
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You wan't the truth? Man, you fucking with a crook
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But these niggas want the juice, now they fucking up the jooks
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Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't muthafucking care
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Cuz the green is the only thing puffin' over here
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So be clear, put this bug up in your ear
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Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air
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[Chorus]
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[Redman]
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A dude like me, keep a boom boom in the truck
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So you hear Doc rolling up
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Middle finger in the air, to my haters, yo, what's up?
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You can tell Doc fuck shit up
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Hey, nigga, I'm so hood
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My hand on the pump, niggas understood
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Bitch, I'm no good, I swear
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Light shit up like Times Square, put it in the air
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[Method Man]
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I got a bottle of Patron, I'm the only one that spent that cash
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But everybody try to get they glass
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Now we can all have a drink, if you trying to put some dough in the bank
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But if not, ya'll can kiss my ass
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I need a, Cinderella that can give me the loot
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Better yet, a French vanilla that can give me the scoop
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Oh yeah, just so we clear, put this bug up in your ear
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Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air
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[Chorus]
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Hey Zulu
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| Method Man |
