Lyrical .44 (Album Version|Explicit)

Redman Selecta come

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Verse 1: Method Man

Oh no another flow lyrica forty fo

If it gets deep jump in feet first then hold yo nose

Im a beast when you step on my toe you hear my whistle

Checkin em hoe you see my pistol lettin it go

I couldnt wait to do a song right hardly gon do ya wrong

Time to party Meth Stephen Marley and Jr Gong

Now yall done did it supper ready yall come get it

Now who gon stop me block me pop lock me knock me

Jamaica posse most high Haile Selassie

Allah willin another sound boy killin

Im hot b**ch I dont catch cold or catch feelings

The truth be the ghetto youth

And Def Jam yall know the Meth Man take care of his fam

Thats what yall better do

Examine our skin we plannin to win

Worldwide tell the people we be jammin again

Verse 2: Redman

Make way for Reggie Hammond

I dig em out then tie em up for randsome

I shoot at your feet make you start dancin

Im pissin on your picnics where ya campin

Doctor got the ziplock from Ziggy

When the zig zag roll Ill rip your zip code

Got b**ches f**ked up off the hypno

I tip toe then wait till they bend over

I got a mo ped in Jamaica sittin on twenties

No Belvedere its Tiger Bone to get it crackin

Aiyyo dread right or wrong

Im a sinner winner of the underground swimmers

Eat dinner in front of Bob Marley pin up

Chorus: Redman

I dont care about your blinb bling bling

Over here we let them things ring

BLAOW Give it to me BLAOW give it to me

BLAOW Shoot it up BLAOW give it up

I dont care about your blinb bling bling

Over here we let them things ring

BLAOW Give it to me BLAOW One time

BLAOW give it to me BLAOW give it up

Verse 3: Damian Jr Gong Marley

I neva wonda why so much ***reach ya

And dem a wonda how so much conquer feature

Blunt dem so big a must fi bun it Bob and Peter

Teach it like a teacher preach it like a preacher

Put you in a fever

P**sy couldnt style mi up plus no under achieve

Gimme di rizla gimme di cup and a couple senorita

Jr Gong di veteran a trouble when mi reach ya

DJ fi fi fan dem inna Grandtsand and di bleacha

Jumpin off on di truck you best believe yah

Babylon a smell skunk and couldnt get mi neitha

Well ever since a likkle ghetto yute dem get mi crippled

So mi know seh babylon dem a go get a weopen

Everytime when we hear some politician trippin

When a di big ting promote Im right there wid di clip in

So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle flippin lippin

Got a big forty five its trigga finga lickin

Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh dont know whats happenin

Dem wonderin how yuh get so slim its like yuh fat and go gym

Get mi girl inna mi cabin and mi cabin stabbin

It is slappin jappin dappin it is non stoppin

Hey No pork caan cook inna mi kitchen

If a gal try dat shes a dead pigeon

Well woman a tear off mi pants stitchen

Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and have recline switchin

If a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up missin

Rastafari dun tell yuh dont listen

Outro: Marley

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