Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Method Man
Performer
Aldrin Davis
Aldrin Davis
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Composer
D. Porter
D. Porter
Composer
Aldrin Davis
Aldrin Davis
Composer
Elgin Lumpkin
Elgin Lumpkin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mr. Porter
Mr. Porter
Producer
Mike Chav
Mike Chav
Mixing Engineer
Collin Dupuis
Collin Dupuis
Mixing Engineer
Ayinde Olubayo
Ayinde Olubayo
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Oohh, uh, oh, it's time, Meth Man G-Wine, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy There go the apple of my eye, my black butterfly Don't try to pass me by like you do them other guys You do with brother's lies, about they baby, mothers and their wives And how you need their a** to survive I ain't a bit surprised and I ain't try'nna give you bad vibes You probably had a bumpy last ride witch ex Was he stalking, calling making threats where you rest Until you got that order of protect Girl, I'm far from a threat, boo, now hold for a sec Relax with the Meth, take a load off your b***** If you had a choice, baby, who would you choose Them dudes who look like they got sugar in they shoes Girl, that's how you lose, before you play the game, know the rules 'Cause still ain't nothing changed but the jewels You still paying dues, when we should be laying on the cruise Some icecubes, playing with ya b****, know what I mean Let's ride, we get it everyday, it's doesn't fail And I always wanna know how you feel 'Cause you're everything, I'm always there for you Yes, I'll be there, so let's ride Let's ride, don't trip, got your back, I'm your man I keep it G like they do it in the hood And you give me everything, and always be right there And if you real then let's ride Hey, pretty ma, you look sweet, I mean You the type of treat, I've been dying to e** I see them other dudes try'nna speak, flossin' them jeeps They wanna whistle and beep when you crossin' the street Have mercy to these big hands and big feet Use me once and use me again like fish grease Body perfect, Prima Donna, oh my God, mommy, work it Make a n**** wanna get a job I love chicks to hate staring, hate man sharing Hate it when a bum bitch is wearing what she wearing Huge attitude like the size of her b***** Double XL, she the 'Eye Candy Of The Month' Johnny, but ladies call me Big John Studd Is it my big c**** or my big long hugs Go figure, if you got an itch, I'm ya nigga to scratch it And bring the hook back while I'm at it, now pass it Let's ride, we get it everyday, it's doesn't fail And I always wanna know how you feel 'Cause you're everything, I'm always there for you Yes, I'll be there, so let's ride Let's ride, don't trip, got your back, I'm your man I keep it G like they do it in the hood And you give me everything, and always be right there And if you real then let's ride I start up on your right, peace and then we'll fight I'm starting to fall for love, yes, I will, yes, I will baby Don't need to think twice, I want you at your time Ooh, tell me something Let's ride, we get it everyday, it's doesn't fail And I always wanna know how you feel 'Cause you're everything, I'm always there for you Yes, I'll be there, so let's ride Let's ride, don't trip, got your back, I'm your man I keep it G like they do it in the hood And you give me everything, and always be right there And if you real then let's ride Yeah, this is Ginuwine, uh Method Man, yeah, I like that
Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Elgin B. Lumpkin, Armand Davis, Denaum M. Porter, Michael Chavarria Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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