Y.O.U.

(album: Blackout! - 1999)

[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
Rocking 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 dumbing cousin
Sucka for lovin'-bugging, shocking them ducking bucking
Sucking then finga-fucking, then let me show you something
I'll knock that stuffing off that English muffin
Can't tell me nuthing, uhn uhn
Pushing yo' panic button in when I'm stucking
All of a sudden, baby gun-ducking, BBC! Oh girl you nasty

[Redman]

Yo' I get it on popping
Doc, unlocking yo' doors, clocking my drawers
Sucking your mouth with a torn stocking
Rapped around ya noggin , I'm creeping when you parking
Shoot out the lights, darkening the erea, then hop in
Pick up my bigga nigga who helped me figured the plotting
Dropping the tops, splitting the dough
Shopping in rotten--New York, first flocking
Because I'm heavy like Bo stocking coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparking, they leave the parking
Niggaz unforgetable can be forgotten
Doc and Meth album entering the top ten!
Chopping it raw, locking 'n blocking,
Only raw chopping his metaphores, so cops can stop watching
I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to rock 'em stock 'em
Renevate your appartment, when these two things barking
My Mackamichi knocking, bougie holes be spotting 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! Nuthing to lose, popping a two up in ya goose
Buckle yo shoes, scuff on my boots, fucking with you
Blow my Anaconda like Nirvana
Marhihuana got bitches on they knees and they gon' bind us
Getting 'em dirty dirty with the hersey and the bombing
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]

Itching to start the mission, flipping so keep yo' distance
Ain't go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition
Listen, I slip the clipping, tripping you get me lipping
Come mis and catch a whipping, now kids is acting different
Ditching them double-dipping, chickens that keep forgetting
I ain't the one for tricking, or anybody-kicking
Ripping these compesitions, scripping them paper-written
Hold 'em and hit 'n sticking, balling like Scottie Pippen
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm frost bitting
Shitting like 'No he didn't', wiping my ass and splitting
Chatting like Joe getting
All in the zone setting it off like Big Daddy
It ain't no half-stepping...I keep rapping
Staten you keep sweating, fronting and ass-betting
Ducking my Smith & wesson , trashing the Meth and catching
Hell, we leave you resting in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you nasty

[Chorus]