Method Man - Mrs. International lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Erick Sermon)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
<i>[Intro: Method Man]</i><br>
Yeah, nice<br>
Dedicated to all the beautiful people in the house<br>
You know who you are<br>
Yeah, Redman, Method Man, Blackout! 2<br>
Sexy...<br>
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<i>[Method Man]</i><br>
Hair and nails done up, girl, you got your act together<br>
You get the thumbs up, your raw footage is uncut<br>
Fronting like them goodies is untouched<br>
We both knew this money's is young bucks<br>
Ma, you ever take a trip to Shang-a-lot<br>
Too many hard shames, the hardest one is saying goodbye<br>
Look here, time is money, let me save you some time<br>
And in your spare time, fully understand I'm a rare find<br>
You know, so pick a day and pick a place and we there for sure<br>
Slow up the pace, this ain't no race, and there you go<br>
I'm dope money, girl, that mean I got cash to blow<br>
She love it though, she so international<br>
Not around the way, around the world<br>
And you be stunting when you around your girls<br>
But you classy, though, I'm feeling your vibe, you feeling the high<br>
The G4 is ready to fly, is you ready to ride?<br>
Let's go<br>
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<i>[Chorus: Erick Sermon (Method Man) {Redman}]</i><br>
International (Now we can creep, we can lay on the beach, you know<br>
Then hit the sheets, I'll let you play with my feet, you know<br>
She keep it low, she so international)<br>
International {Hey, I like a girl that'll roll me a blunt, you know<br>
With pretty feet, cook me something to eat, you know<br>
You not a groupie, you're international}<br>
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<i>[Redman]</i><br>
Hey, you know me, girl, who I be, girl<br>
The big whale that bailed outta SeaWorld<br>
What's your name, show me I.D., girl<br>
You look black and a little Chinese, girl<br>
Hey, wait a minute, where you going, shorty?<br>
Try to sneak past me like you ain't balling<br>
You look sweet like Tweet, baby, c-c-call me<br>
Matter of fact, wasn't you on Maury?<br>
I'm just playing, hey miss thang<br>
Hey, hey, miss thang, how you gon' miss me?<br>
I got tickets, let's roll to the Knicks game<br>
You Teena Marie, and baby, I'm Rick James<br>
Excuse me, where you going, mama?<br>
I wanna change, I voted for Obama<br>
Bring in the new, kick out the old timers<br>
Let's talk while we go and meet your mama<br>
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<i>[Chorus: Erick Sermon (Redman) {Method Man}]</i><br>
International (Hey, I like a girl that's thick in the waist, you know<br>
The kind of girl, that'll finish your plate, you know<br>
You not greedy, you international)<br>
International {The type of chick I like'll wheelie your bike, you know<br>
Rock the mic, roll a Philly uptight, you know<br>
I like it though, she so international}<br>
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<i>[Method Man]</i><br>
Seems to me, me, you a queen to be<br>
You mean girl, but you don't mean to be<br>
Got your crown and your throne, little castle you can rest your dome<br>
And we can smoke a little greenery, you know?<br>
You getting that dough, let's get it and go on this cruise<br>
I'm taking it slow, you painting your toes, and it's cool<br>
Fuck with your dude, I'm fucking with you<br>
Like an overnight celebrity, Miss Nothing to Lose<br>
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<i>[Redman]</i><br>
Yo, hey, hey, miss lady, my boricua<br>
I heard your Applebum like Bonita<br>
Your accent telling me you from the eastside<br>
Take off your shoes, you bout five feet high<br>
I get high, what about you?<br>
A jungle brother, and baby I house you<br>
Your feet looking real good in them house shoes<br>
You're not a groupie, you international<br>
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<i>[Chorus: Erick Sermon]</i><br>
International...<br>
International...<br>
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