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method man - rodeo lyrics

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come on, come on, yeah, yeah, 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)

to all the chicks with their -sses thick
out the whole click, she the baddest b-tch
dose-doh, ’round your partner, switch
clan in da front, we be starting sh-t

no, don’t trip, dog, spark ’em, quick
holla when a real n-gg- talkin’ trick
we got grip but we ain’t spendin’ sh-t
you and your friends, stop pretendin’ trip

let a n-gg- get nut pushed, better yet let a n-gg- get some head
i work ’em, work ’em or feed ’em, burp ’em then jerk ’em, instead
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 five 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 because of luda and meth
could because we do it the best, could because 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

i wonder where about five bottles of gin, models that wanna swallow
and wobble, gobble again, tell a couple of friends
i slap that -ss, b-tch, 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? p-ssy 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’ p-ssy, hurtin’, workin’ that pose

they wanna raise that p-ssy tab, price and position
enticin’ these women, given the proper juice
life that they livin’, hope that they double deuce
shifted -ss cheeks last week in ludacris’s backseat
afraid so, ask son, taste them

now watch me, dog ’em, freak ’em
out every weekend, she puttin’ a.p.b’s on my d-ck
i keep on bettin’ and breathin’
where’s my pants, i’m leavin’

i’m speakin’ facts, mammies creepin’ and they cheatin’
they even sleepin’ with mats, some be eatin’ that cat
i’m teasin’, indecent expose, method be tweakin’
keep p-ss-es leakin’ through pantyhose, 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’
[incomprehensible] 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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