| Lyrics: | feat. Redman)
[Missy]
Uhh, 3000 baby, uh huh, ooh, raunchy,
raunchy
[Redman]
Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin
I house MC's
like baths and full kitchens, ready or not
Doc,hood lynchin, icey flows, I wrtie with wool
mittens
Its two not one, Missy dot dot com, come once in the blue like free hot lunch
So
once its on, turn it up, chickens flockin in
Shoppin at birds are us, murderous, don't blame
me, blame the music
I write with napalms in my hands, flame the fuses, like ca psss, off you
go
I'm nice battin, I practice when the park is closed
I'm that man who squats out of
jeeps and vans
Jump to roof to roof on the TV cam, I fuck a model
I go out with the
cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin
Like Kima, Keisha and Pam, I remain cool like, like open
hous on a school night
Animal House gettin thrown out for food fights, PPP strictly don't give
a fuck
An Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck
[Missy]
Let me
intervene, come between, like dick through your jeans
Hang down to your knees, its mwa the
don-wan, carry on, D.A.N to the danger
Y'all MC's in a whole lot of danger, change up all your
rhymes you need beats
My beats you see completely unique, forgive thee
See its the shots
of Henessey thats in me, Reggie Noble through after me
[Redman]
It takes two to
tingle, and two to fuck
I done fucked in Range Roves to Isuzu trucks,used to move
weight
Now you makin moves to duck, built solid without bolts, screws and nuts
Pussy tight
jiffy lube it up, Doc came up, hoes use to hang up
Now my arm close hang up, my crew is deeper
than Karl Kani pockets
We don't buy bullets, we ask what size rockets, for thee
occasion
One shot will have you ravin', like Symone when the four four is blown
Two
minutes later I'll make it hotter, snap you from the vine
To my um blada a boom
glada
[Missy and Redman]
So what you wanna do, what you wanna do
[Redman]
Yo I got the chicken, the brew taken next, an much room Def Squad in the house
Drop you
drawers, tell your boyfriend ease up, and park his car
[Missy]
I'm from the south
you better watch your mouth, Its the M.I
The S.I, if you try then you die, I don't take no
mercy on you suckers so
Would you still be in love baby, if I cut your throat, cut the
jokes
I ain't got no love for yo, no friends with those, who imitate me ya bold
My style I
own, I'ma have to steal your flow, you know me Joe
I gotta say no more, BITCH!
Thats right
nigga, Its Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland uhh
Muthafucka! 3 triple zero, the Matrix baby,
uhh, I'm out |
