(featuring Redman, Stephen Marley & Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley)
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[Redman] Selecta come!!!!!
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[Marley] Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio
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[Verse 1: Method Man]
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Oh no, another flow lyrica forty fo'
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If it gets deep, jump in feet first then hold yo' nose
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I'm a beast when you step on my toe you hear my whistle
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Checkin 'em hoe, you see my pistol lettin it go
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I couldn't wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya wrong
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Time to party, Meth, Stephen Marley and Jr. Gong
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So selecta, come with it, awww shit it
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Now y'all done did it, supper ready y'all come get it
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Now who 'gon stop me block me pop lock me knock me
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Jamaica posse most high Haile Selassie
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Allah willin, another sound boy killin
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I'm hot bitch I don't catch cold or catch feelings
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The truth be the ghetto youth
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And Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man take care of his fam
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That's what y'all better do
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Examine our skin we plannin to win
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Worldwide tell the people we be jammin again
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[Verse 2: Redman]
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Make way for Reggie Hammond
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Got more hoes than grand canyon
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I, dig 'em out then tie 'em up for randsome
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I, shoot at your feet make you start dancin
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I'm pissin on your picnics where ya campin
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Doctor got the ziplock from Ziggy
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When the zig zag roll I'll rip your zip code
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Got bitches fucked up off the hypno
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I tip toe, then wait till they bend over
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(There I go) Aiyyo money
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I got a mo ped in Jamaica sittin on twenties
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(Blaow!) Look out, guns in the air
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(Blaow!) Selecta guns in the air
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No Belvedere it's Tiger Bone to get it crackin
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Aiyyo dread right or wrong
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I'm a sinner, winner of the underground swimmers
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Eat dinner, in front of Bob Marley pin up
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[Chorus: Redman]
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I don't care about your blinb bling bling
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Over here we let them things ring
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BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! give it to me
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BLAOW!!! Shoot it up BLAOW!!! give it up
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I don't care about your blinb bling bling
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Over here we let them things ring
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BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! One time
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BLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! give it up
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[Verse 3: Stephen Marley]
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I neva wonda why so much ganja reach ya
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And dem a wonda how so much conquer feature
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Blunt dem so big a must fi bun it Bob and Peter
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Teach it like a teacher preach it like a preacher
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Put you in a fever
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Pussy couldn't style mi up plus no under achieve
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Gimme di rizla gimme di flame and gimme the sensimilla
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gimmie di juice gimme di cup and a couple senorita
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Jr. Gong di veteran a trouble when mi reach ya
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DJ fi fi fan dem inna Grandstand and di bleacha
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Jumpin off on di truck, you best believe yah
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Babylon a smell me skunk and couldn't get mi neitha
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[Verse 4: Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley]
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Well ever since a likkle ghetto yute dem get mi crippled
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So mi know seh babylon dem a go get a weapen
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Everytime when we hear some politician trippin
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When a di big ting promote I'm right there wid di clip in
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So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle flippin lippin
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Got a big forty five it's trigga finga lickin
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Then mi buck up yuh face so fast yuh don't know what's happenin
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Dem wonderin how yuh get so slim it's like yuh fat and go gym
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Get mi girl inna mi cabin and mi cabin stabbin
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It is slappin jappin dappin it is non stoppin
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Hey! No pork caan cook inna mi kitchen
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If a gal try dat she's a dead pigeon
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Well woman a tear off mi pants stitchen
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Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and have recline switchin
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If a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up missin
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Rastafari dun tell yuh but yuh don't listen
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[Outro: Marley]
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Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio
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Lyrical .44
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Method Man |