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