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Upcoming Concerts for Method Man & Redman

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Method Man
Performer
Redman
Redman
Performer
Poo Bear
Poo Bear
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Composer
Dana Stinson
Dana Stinson
Composer
Jason Boyd
Jason Boyd
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Rossi
Justin Rossi
Recording Engineer
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Recording Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Dana Stinson
Dana Stinson
Producer

Lyrics

Turn the beat up a little bit Got to get that part, baby I'ma do it like this, baby, I don't give a fuck, baby Yo, yo I walk in the spot and I see niggas standin' 'round So I ask what's goin' down Got a girl in the back, a blunt in the mouth And a chain on my neck hang to the ground Hey, I said, "How you feel?" Baby, look tough with a gangsta grill I ain't rich but I pay my bill I'm like Jay, I'm tryin' to drop me a mil My hood trippin', chrome wheel whippin' With all these hoes, you can tell I'm slippin' Shots of Patron, got bird eye vision Even broke niggas wanna learn my pimpin' Yeah yo, let's be clear You're unaware what's in the underwear She said, "Yeah", I said, "Yeah" Pulled the purp' out and put it in the air Ayo, I smell somethin' burnin' up So I throw it up and I put it in the air Tell that DJ, turn it up while I roll it up And I put it in the air Higher, we gon' take it higher Watch me move it higher We put money in the air P-p-put it in the air When I come up in the club, and I see my niggas on the wall And I'm like, "Yo, what's wrong with y'all?" Got the girls in the spot, and I don't care if she a bird or not 'Cause I ain't really tryna talk to y'all Got a pocket full of stone [Incomprehensible] With a pocket full of bones I'm a class act, I follow with the chrome Lane switchin', got your missus on the phone Baby girl, turn ya head, had the teeth missin' out her comb Look, I want this money off the books Little Kush and a Playboy bunny that can cook You want the truth? Man, you fuckin' with a crook But these niggas want the juice, now they fuckin' up the jooks Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't muthafuckin' care 'Cause the green is the only thing puffin' over here So be clear, put this bug up in your ear Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air Ayo, I smell somethin' burnin' up So I throw it up and I put it in the air Tell that DJ, turn it up while I roll it up And I put it in the air Higher, we gon' take it higher Watch me move it higher We put money in the air P-p-put it in the air A dude like me, keep a boom boom in the truck So you hear Doc rollin' up Middle finger in the air to my haters, yo, what's up? You can tell Doc fuck shit up Hey nigga, I'm so hood My hand on the pump, niggas understood Bitch, I'm no good, I swear Light shit up like Times Square, put it in the air I got a bottle of Patron, I'm the only one that spent that cash But everybody try and get they glass Now we can all have a drink If you trying to put some dough in the bank But if not, ya'll kiss my ass I need a Cinderella that can give me the loot Better yet, a French vanilla that can give me the scoop Oh yeah, just so we clear, put this bug up in your ear Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air Ayo, I smell somethin' burnin' up So I throw it up and I put it in the air Tell that DJ, turn it up while I roll it up And I put it in the air Higher, we gon' take it higher Watch me move it higher We put money in the air P-p-put it in the air
Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Jason P.d. Boyd, Reggie Noble, Dana Stinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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