| Yeah, nice
|
| Dedicated to all the beautiful people in the house
|
| You know who you are
|
| Yeah, Redman, Method Man, Blackout! |
| 2
|
| Sexy…
|
| Hair and nails done up, girl, you got your act together
|
| You get the thumbs up, your raw footage is uncut
|
| Fronting like them goodies is untouched
|
| We both knew this money’s is young bucks
|
| Ma, you ever take a trip to Shang-a-lot
|
| Too many hard shames, the hardest one is saying goodbye
|
| Look here, time is money, let me save you some time
|
| And in your spare time, fully understand I’m a rare find
|
| You know, so pick a day and pick a place and we there for sure
|
| Slow up the pace, this ain’t no race, and there you go
|
| I’m dope money, girl, that mean I got cash to blow
|
| She love it though, she so international
|
| Not around the way, around the world
|
| And you be stunting when you around your girls
|
| But you classy, though, I’m feeling your vibe, you feeling the high
|
| The G4 is ready to fly, is you ready to ride?
|
| Let’s go
|
| International (Now we can creep, we can lay on the beach, you know |
| Then hit the sheets, I’ll let you play with my feet, you know
|
| She keep it low, she so international)
|
| International {Hey, I like a girl that’ll roll me a blunt, you know
|
| With pretty feet, cook me something to eat, you know
|
| You not a groupie, you’re international}
|
| Hey, you know me, girl, who I be, girl
|
| The big whale that bailed outta SeaWorld
|
| What’s your name, show me I.D., girl
|
| You look black and a little Chinese, girl
|
| Hey, wait a minute, where you going, shorty?
|
| Try to sneak past me like you ain’t balling
|
| You look sweet like Tweet, baby, c-c-call me
|
| Matter of fact, wasn’t you on Maury?
|
| I’m just playing, hey miss thang
|
| Hey, hey, miss thang, how you gon' miss me?
|
| I got tickets, let’s roll to the Knicks game
|
| You Teena Marie, and baby, I’m Rick James
|
| Excuse me, where you going, mama?
|
| I wanna change, I voted for Obama
|
| Bring in the new, kick out the old timers
|
| Let’s talk while we go and meet your mama
|
| International (Hey, I like a girl that’s thick in the waist, you know
|
| The kind of girl, that’ll finish your plate, you know |
| You not greedy, you international)
|
| International {The type of chick I like’ll wheelie your bike, you know
|
| Rock the mic, roll a Philly uptight, you know
|
| I like it though, she so international}
|
| Seems to me, me, you a queen to be
|
| You mean girl, but you don’t mean to be
|
| Got your crown and your throne, little castle you can rest your dome
|
| And we can smoke a little greenery, you know?
|
| You getting that dough, let’s get it and go on this cruise
|
| I’m taking it slow, you painting your toes, and it’s cool
|
| F*ck with your dude, I’m f*cking with you
|
| Like an overnight celebrity, Miss Nothing to Lose
|
| Yo, hey, hey, miss lady, my boricua
|
| I heard your Applebum like Bonita
|
| Your accent telling me you from the eastside
|
| Take off your shoes, you bout five feet high
|
| I get high, what about you?
|
| A jungle brother, and baby I house you
|
| Your feet looking real good in them house shoes
|
| You’re not a groupie, you international
|
| International…
|
| International… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mrs. International , by - Method Man. Song from the album Blackout! 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп