Method Man - Y.O.U. lyrics

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'm a follow Lady Madonna like the drink, 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 baby-mama Holler, she hella proper f** with tha dumbin' cousin s**a for lovin', buggin' Shockin' them, duckin', buckin' s**in' then finga-f**in' 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 bu*ton in when I'm stuckin' All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC! Oh, girl, you nasty Yo', I get it on poppin' Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my drawers s**in' your mouth with a torn stockin' Rapped around ya noggin' I'm creepin' when you parkin' Shoot out the lights, darkening the area, then hop in Pick up my bigga n***a, 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 n***az unforgetable can be forgotten Doc and Meth album enterin' the top ten! Choppin' it raw, lockin' 'n blockin' Only raw choppin' his metaphors, so cops can stop watchin' I put 'em in and co*k 'em Ready to rock 'em, stock 'em Renevate your apartment when these two things barkin' My Mackamichi, knockin' Bougie holes be spottin' on they tampons I get 'em dripple like leaky faucets Now who a b**h n***a? (Now who a snitch n***a?) Now who the sh** n***a? (Now who the sick n***a?) Now who you with, n***a? (With who you with, n***a?) Who rock sh**, n***a? (Who pop sh**, n***a?) (Come on!) Come on! I figured it out Y'all n***az 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 f** out Sons, ya duck out! Nuthin' to lose Poppin' a two up in ya goose Buckle yo' shoes scuff on my boots, f**in' with you Blow my anaconda like Nirvana Marijuana got b**hes 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 Geronimo, BBC! Oh, girl, you nasty Itchin' to start the mission Flippin', so keep yo' distance Ain't got no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition Listen, I slip the clippin' Trippin', you get me lippin' Come, miss, 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 compositions 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' sh**tin' like 'No he didn't' Wipin' my a** 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 a**-bettin' Duckin' my Smith and Wesson Trashin' the Meth and catchin' Hell, we leave you restin' in peace, BBC! Oh, girl, you nasty Now who a b**h n***a? (Now who a snitch n***a?) Now who the sh** n***a? (Now who the sick n***a?) Now who you with, n***a? (With who you with, n***a?) Who rock sh**, n***a? (Who pop sh**, n***a?) (Come on!) Come on!