(feat. Erick Sermon)
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[Intro: Method Man]
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Yeah, nice
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Dedicated to all the beautiful people in the house
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You know who you are
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Yeah, Redman, Method Man, Blackout! 2
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Sexy...
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[Method Man]
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Hair and nails done up, girl, you got your act together
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You get the thumbs up, your raw footage is uncut
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Fronting like them goodies is untouched
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We both knew this money's is young bucks
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Ma, you ever take a trip to Shang-a-lot
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Too many hard shames, the hardest one is saying goodbye
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Look here, time is money, let me save you some time
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And in your spare time, fully understand I'm a rare find
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You know, so pick a day and pick a place and we there for sure
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Slow up the pace, this ain't no race, and there you go
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I'm dope money, girl, that mean I got cash to blow
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She love it though, she so international
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Not around the way, around the world
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And you be stunting when you around your girls
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But you classy, though, I'm feeling your vibe, you feeling the high
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The G4 is ready to fly, is you ready to ride?
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Let's go
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[Chorus: Erick Sermon (Method Man) {Redman}]
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International (Now we can creep, we can lay on the beach, you know
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Then hit the sheets, I'll let you play with my feet, you know
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She keep it low, she so international)
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International {Hey, I like a girl that'll roll me a blunt, you know
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With pretty feet, cook me something to eat, you know
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You not a groupie, you're international}
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[Redman]
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Hey, you know me, girl, who I be, girl
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The big whale that bailed outta SeaWorld
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What's your name, show me I.D., girl
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You look black and a little Chinese, girl
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Hey, wait a minute, where you going, shorty?
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Try to sneak past me like you ain't balling
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You look sweet like Tweet, baby, c-c-call me
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Matter of fact, wasn't you on Maury?
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I'm just playing, hey miss thang
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Hey, hey, miss thang, how you gon' miss me?
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I got tickets, let's roll to the Knicks game
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You Teena Marie, and baby, I'm Rick James
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Excuse me, where you going, mama?
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I wanna change, I voted for Obama
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Bring in the new, kick out the old timers
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Let's talk while we go and meet your mama
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[Chorus: Erick Sermon (Redman) {Method Man}]
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International (Hey, I like a girl that's thick in the waist, you know
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The kind of girl, that'll finish your plate, you know
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You not greedy, you international)
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International {The type of chick I like'll wheelie your bike, you know
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Rock the mic, roll a Philly uptight, you know
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I like it though, she so international}
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[Method Man]
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Seems to me, me, you a queen to be
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You mean girl, but you don't mean to be
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Got your crown and your throne, little castle you can rest your dome
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And we can smoke a little greenery, you know?
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You getting that dough, let's get it and go on this cruise
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I'm taking it slow, you painting your toes, and it's cool
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Fuck with your dude, I'm fucking with you
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Like an overnight celebrity, Miss Nothing to Lose
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[Redman]
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Yo, hey, hey, miss lady, my boricua
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I heard your Applebum like Bonita
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Your accent telling me you from the eastside
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Take off your shoes, you bout five feet high
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I get high, what about you?
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A jungle brother, and baby I house you
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Your feet looking real good in them house shoes
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You're not a groupie, you international
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[Chorus: Erick Sermon]
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International...
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International...
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Mrs. International
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Method Man |