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Method Man
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Rodeo
Lyricist:Christopher Bridges, Betty Davis, Clifford Smith
(That's just my rodeo) Come on, Come on Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on, ride in my rodeo, come on, ride in my rodeo) This is 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)
To all the chicks with they asses thick Out the whole click, she the baddest bitch Dose-doh, round your partner, switch Clan in the 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
Let a nigga get nut pushed, but better yet let a nigga get some head I work 'em, work 'em or feed 'em, burp 'em, then jerk 'em, instead And I get my nuts pushed, from 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 'cuz of Luda and Meth Could be 'cuz we do it best, could be 'cuz we screw 'em to death
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 and Luda, we lock and load) Round your partner, now dose-doh Uh oh, we oh, we oh! (Come on and ride this rodeo)
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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' 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 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
Now watch me, dog 'em, freak 'em Out every weekend, she puttin' A P Bs 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', what a rodeo
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 and Luda, we lock and load) Round your partner, now dose-doh Uh oh, we oh, we oh! (Come on and ride this rodeo)
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