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Method Man - Rodeo lyrics
(feat. Ludacris) [Intro: Method Man] Yeah... yeah (come on ride in my rodeo, come on ride in my rodeo) This one of another one of them nasty M-E-F joints, come on, come on Come on (come on ride in my rodeo, come on ride in my rodeo) [Method Man] To all the chicks with they asses thick Out the whole click, she the baddest bitch Dose-doh, round your partner, switch Clan in Da Front, we be starting shit No don't trip, dog, spark 'em, quick Holla when a real nigga talkin', trick We got grip, but we ain't spendin' shit You and your friends, stop pretendin' trip [Ludacris] Let a nigga get nut pushed, better yet let a nigga get some head I work 'em, work 'em or feed 'em, burp 'em, then jerk 'em, instead I get my nuts pushed, on the bottom to the top of your gums I feel your slurpin', slurpin, I'm skeetin' and squirtin' your tongue And I got about 5 grand, but I won't be spendin' a dime See cuz overspendin's a crime and I can't be spendin' my time If you get your guts pushed, could be of cuz Luda and Meth Could be of cuz we do it best, could be of cuz we screw 'em to death [Chorus: Method Man (Ludacris)] Come up out of them dirty clothes (bend on over and touch them toes) Uh-oh, we-oh, we-oh! (Come on and ride this rodeo) (Meth & Luda we lock and load) Round your partner, now dose-doh Uh-oh, we-oh, we-oh! (Come on and ride this rodeo) [Ludacris] I wonder where about five bottles of gin, models that wanna swallow And wobble, gobble again, tell a couple of friends I slap that ass, bitch, take a look and see what you got in Cuz I've been schemin' and plottin', to have you breathin' and stoppin' [Method Man] What we talkin' bout? Pussy poppin', car hoppin' women See 'em watchin', clockin', pigeons Flockin' Luda they jockin', lightin' buddha, and boots is rockin' Nameless hoes, take 'em brainless with painted toes Famous, she code, twerkin' pussy, hurtin', workin' that pose [Ludacris] They wanna raise that pussy tab, price and position Enticin' these women, given the proper juice Life that they livin', hope that they double deuce Shifted ass cheeks, last week and Ludacris is backseat Afraid so, ask son, taste them [Method Man] Now watch me, dog 'em, freak 'em Out every weekend, she puttin' APB's on my dick I keep on bettin' and breathin', where's my pants, I'm leavin' I'm speakin' facts, mamies creepin' and they cheatin' They even sleepin' with mats, some be eatin' that cat I'm teasin', indecent expose, Method be tweakin' Keep pussies leakin' through pantyhoes, marijuana smell on my clothes This evening, these bunnies got me on swoll, I bust and reload Honey, break out the 'dro and give me some mo', on the rodeo [Chorus w/ Luda & Meth switching lines] |
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