Erick Sermon - Y.O.U. lyrics

[Intro: Method Man] All day everyday with this rap soufflé say WHAAAAT? Situation be like this [Verse 1: Method Man] Traces of lipstick on my collar Baby you gotta do some more to get this last dollar Hotter than lava when you cum believe that I'mma follow Lady Madonna like to drink but she don't like to swallow Rockin that Prada, honey stay up in the beauty parlor Girl it would be my honor, make you my baby momma Holla she hella proper f** with it dumbin cousin, s**er for lovin buggin Shuckin and duckin buckin, s**in then finger-f**in Here let me show you somethin I knock the stuffin off that English muffin, can't tell me nuttin, uh-uh Pushin yo' panic bu*ton when I'm stuck in All of a sudden, baby conductin (BBC!) Ooh girl you nasty [Verse 2: Redman] Yo, I get it on poppin, Doc, unlockin your doors Glock in my drawers sock in your mouth with a torn stockin Wrapped around a noggin, I creep in while you park it Shoot out the lights, darken the area, then hop in Pick up my bigga n***a who helped me figure the plottin Droppin the top, splittin the dough, shoppin in rotten New York, birds flockin because I'm heavy like boats Doc in coat, watch ya coat from fo' sparkin Dearly departin, n***as, unforgettable can't be forgotten Doc and Meth album enterin the top ten Choppin the raw, lockin the block and Only raw choppin this metaphor, so cops can stop watchin I put em in and co*k em, ready to Rock'Em Sock'Em Renovate your apartment, when these two things barkin My mackamichi knockin, bougie holes be spottin On they tampons, I get em drippin like leaky faucets Chorus: Redman, [Meth] Now who a b**h n***a?! [Now who a snitch n***a?!] Now who the sh** n***a?! [Now who the sick n***a?!] Now who you with n***a?! [With who you with n***a?!] Who rock sh** n***a?! [Who pop sh** n***a?!] [Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on! "Keep bouncing!" [Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on! "Keep bouncing!" [Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on! "Keep bouncing!" [Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on! "Keep bouncing!" [Verse 3: Redman] I figured it out: y'all n***as ain't as big as your mouth My street value - well it won't even fit in your couch When I bust titties come out, no matter what city Hardcore committee's dumb the f** out -- son should duck out! Yo, nuttin to lose, pumpin the two up in your goose Buckle your shoes, scuffle my boots, f**in witchu Blow my anaconda like Nirvana Marijuana got b**hes on they knees in they Gabbanas Gettin em dirty dirty with the Hershey and enbalmin Holla the drama, fire two in ya armor, your pigeon betta calm her The ice is a honor, twin help me lift her arm up La Bamba witcha momma, even dirty Hadonna My dick is aeronomic, pull out and yell Geroni-mo PPC! Ooh girl you nasty [Verse 4: Method Man] Itchin to start the mission, flippin so keep yo' distance Ain't go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition Listen, I slip the clip in, trippin you get me lippin? Commence to catch a whippin, now kids is actin different Ditchin them double-dippin, chickens that keep forgettin I ain't the one for trickin on anybody kitten Rippin these compositions, scriptin them paper-writtens Holdin and hittin stickin, ballin like Scottie Pippen It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm frostbitten sh**tin like "No he didn't," wipin my a** and splittin Jett'n like Joan gettin, all in the zone Settin' it off like Big Daddy and ain't no half-steppin' I keep reppin -- Staten, you keep sweatin Threaten and a**-bettin, duckin my Smith and Wessun Trust in the Meth and catch-in-Hell Will leave you restin in PEACE, (PPC!) Ooh girl you nasty Chorus