Y.O.U.
Method Man feat. Redman Lyrics
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Baby, you got to do some more to get this last dollar
Hotter than lava when you come believe that I'm a follow
Lady Madonna like the drink, but she don't like to swallow
Rockin' that product, honey, stay up in the beauty-polla'
Girl, it would be my honour
Make you my baby-mama
Holler, she hella proper
Sucka for lovin', buggin'
Shockin' them, duckin', buckin'
Suckin' then finga-fuckin'
Then let me show you somethin'
I'll knock that stuffin' off that English muffin
Can't tell me nuthin', uhn uhn
Pushin' yo' panic button in when I'm stuckin'
All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC!
Oh, girl, you nasty
Yo', I get it on poppin'
Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my drawers
Suckin' your mouth with a torn stockin'
Rapped around ya noggin'
I'm creepin' when you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, darkening the area, then hop in
Pick up my bigga nigga, who helped me figured the plottin'
Droppin' the tops, splittin' the dough
Shoppin' in rotten New York, first flockin'
Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin'
They leave the parking
Niggaz unforgetable can be forgotten
Doc and Meth album enterin' the top ten!
Choppin' it raw, lockin' 'n blockin'
Only raw choppin' his metaphors, so cops can stop watchin'
I put 'em in and cock 'em
Ready to rock 'em, stock 'em
Renevate your apartment when these two things barkin'
My Mackamichi, knockin'
Bougie holes be spottin' on they tampons
I get 'em dripple like leaky faucets
Now who a bitch nigga?
(Now who a snitch nigga?)
Now who the shit nigga?
(Now who the sick nigga?)
Now who you with, nigga?
(With who you with, nigga?)
Who rock shit, nigga?
(Who pop shit, nigga?)
(Come on!) Come on!
I figured it out
Y'all niggaz ain't as big as yo' mouth
My street value, well, it ain't won't even fit in yo' couch
When I bust, titties come out
No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to fuck out
Sons, ya duck out!
Nuthin' to lose
Poppin' a two up in ya goose
Buckle yo' shoes scuff on my boots, fuckin' with you
Blow my anaconda like Nirvana
Marijuana got bitches on they knees
And they gon' bind us
Gettin' 'em dirty, dirty, with the hersey and the bombin'
Holla the drama
Fire two in ya armor
Ya pigeon betta call ma
The ice is a honour
To in help me lift an arm up
Lebaba with ya momma
Even dirty her donna
My dick is heronomic
Pull out a young Geronimo, BBC!
Oh, girl, you nasty
Itchin' to start the mission
Flippin', so keep yo' distance
Ain't got no pot to piss in?
Ain't got no competition
Listen, I slip the clippin'
Trippin', you get me lippin'
Come, miss, and catch a whippin'
Now kids is actin' different
Ditchin' them double-dippin'
Chickens that keep forgettin'
I ain't the one for trickin'
Or anybody-kickin'
Rippin' these compositions
Scrippin' them paper-written
Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin'
Ballin' like Scottie Pippen
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen
But, still, I'm frost bittin'
Shittin' like 'No he didn't'
Wipin' my ass and splittin'
Chattin' like Joe gettin'
All in the zone, settin' it off like Big Daddy
It ain't no half-steppin'
I keep rappin'
Staten you keep sweatin', frontin', and ass-bettin'
Duckin' my Smith and Wesson
Trashin' the Meth and catchin'
Hell, we leave you restin' in peace, BBC!
Oh, girl, you nasty
Now who a bitch nigga?
(Now who a snitch nigga?)
Now who the shit nigga?
(Now who the sick nigga?)
Now who you with, nigga?
(With who you with, nigga?)
Who rock shit, nigga?
(Who pop shit, nigga?)
(Come on!) Come on!
"Y.O.U" is a hip-hop song by Method Man and Redman from their 2001 album called "Blackout!". The song has a heavy focus on eroticism and sex, which is apparent from the lyrics. The first verse sung by Method Man suggests that the woman he is with (who is cheating on her partner) is a "gold digger" and that she's not doing enough to earn her keep. He is also not afraid to mention the traces of lipstick on his collar, which is a clear indication of his infidelity. In the chorus, Redman calls out to everyone who is listening and asks them who the "bitch nigga" is, who the "snitch nigga" is, who the "shit nigga" is, who they're with, who rocks shit, who pops shit, and then asks them to come on - this is aimed at challenging the listener to think about what they would do in this situation.
The second verse is much more explicit, with Redman describing in detail the sexual act he plans to perform on a woman. He then goes on to describe the illegal activities he's involved in, such as robbing people, and implies that he's hiding a weapon in his car. The lyrics suggest a carefree attitude, where the two rappers are enjoying their lives to the fullest, without any concern for the people they might hurt or the law they might be breaking. The song ends with the two rappers inviting their audience to join them in their debauchery, clearly aiming to appeal to people who are interested in such topics.
Line by Line Meaning
Traces of lipstick on my collar
I see evidence that you've been with another man
Baby, you got to do some more to get this last dollar
You need to put in more effort if you want money from me
Hotter than lava when you come believe that I'm a follow
You're really attractive and I'm willing to follow you anywhere
Lady Madonna like the drink, but she don't like to swallow
You're like the drink Lady Madonna but you don't like to perform oral sex
Rockin' that product, honey, stay up in the beauty-polla'
You look good and should keep up with your beauty routine
Girl, it would be my honour
Make you my baby-mama
It would be an honor to have a child with you
Holler, she hella proper
You're really attractive and classy
Fuck with tha dumbin' cousin
Sucka for lovin', buggin'
I might not be the brightest, but I'm really into you
Shockin' them, duckin', buckin'
Suckin' then finga-fuckin'
We're having sex and getting wild
Then let me show you somethin'
I'll knock that stuffin' off that English muffin
I want to show you what I'm capable of in bed
Can't tell me nuthin', uhn uhn
Pushin' yo' panic button in when I'm stuckin'
I'm doing my thing and you can't stop me, even if you're scared
All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC!
Things just got intense and you're ducking for cover
Oh, girl, you nasty
You're really good at sex and I'm enjoying it
Yo', I get it on poppin'
I'm really into having sex with you
Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my drawers
Suckin' your mouth with a torn stockin'
I'm breaking into your house and we're having sex while you're wearing stockings
Rapped around ya noggin'
I'm creepin' when you parkin'
I'm lurking around your car and planning to have sex with you
Shoot out the lights, darkening the area, then hop in
Pick up my bigga nigga, who helped me figured the plottin'
I'm turning off the lights and sneaking in to have sex with you while my friend waits outside
Droppin' the tops, splittin' the dough
Shoppin' in rotten New York, first flockin'
We're making money and spending it in New York
Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin'
I'm really important and you need to protect your coat while you're around me
They leave the parking
Niggaz unforgetable can be forgotten
We're leaving the parking lot and people will forget about us eventually
Doc and Meth album enterin' the top ten!
Our album is doing really well and is entering the top ten
Choppin' it raw, lockin' 'n blockin'
Only raw choppin' his metaphors, so cops can stop watchin'
We're rapping without any restrictions, but only when the police aren't watching
I put 'em in and cock 'em
Ready to rock 'em, stock 'em
Renevate your apartment when these two things barkin'
I'm getting ready to use a gun and cause destruction
My Mackamichi, knockin'
Bougie holes be spottin' on they tampons
I get 'em dripple like leaky faucets
I'm having sex with wealthy women and making them orgasm
Now who a bitch nigga?
(Now who a snitch nigga?)
Now who the shit nigga?
(Now who the sick nigga?)
We're questioning who the real cowards are
Now who you with, nigga?
(With who you with, nigga?)
Who rock shit, nigga?
(Who pop shit, nigga?)
Who are your allies and who is really tough?
(Come on!) Come on!
We're getting ready to take action
I figured it out
Y'all niggaz ain't as big as yo' mouth
I've realized that you talk big but can't back it up
My street value, well, it ain't won't even fit in yo' couch
I'm worth a lot of money and you couldn't even fit it in your couch
When I bust, titties come out
No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to fuck out
Sons, ya duck out!
When I perform, women get excited and show their breasts. Even tough guys run away
Nuthin' to lose
Poppin' a two up in ya goose
Buckle yo' shoes scuff on my boots, fuckin' with you
I have nothing to lose and am willing to shoot you for messing with me
Blow my anaconda like Nirvana
Marijuana got bitches on they knees
And they gon' bind us
Gettin' 'em dirty, dirty, with the hersey and the bombin'
I'm getting high and having sex with women, making them dirty and feeling good
Holla the drama
Fire two in ya armor
Ya pigeon betta call ma
The ice is a honour
To in help me lift an arm up
I'm causing chaos and shooting bullets. If you're scared, call the police. My expensive jewelry helps me protect myself
Lebaba with ya momma
Even dirty her donna
My dick is heronomic
Pull out a young Geronimo, BBC!
I'm having sex with your mother and it's really great. My penis is legendary and I'll pull it out like a weapon
Itchin' to start the mission
Flippin', so keep yo' distance
Ain't got no pot to piss in?
Ain't got no competition
Listen, I slip the clippin'
I'm ready to start causing trouble and you should stay away. I don't have any challengers and I'm ready to shoot
Trippin', you get me lippin'
Come, miss, and catch a whippin'
You're making me upset and I might hit you
Now kids is actin' different
Ditchin' them double-dippin'
Chickens that keep forgettin'
I ain't the one for trickin'
People are changing and treating me differently, but I won't let anyone trick me
Or anybody-kickin'
Rippin' these compositions
Scrippin' them paper-written
Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin'
I'm rapping really well and my lyrics are powerful
Ballin' like Scottie Pippen
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen
But, still, I'm frost bittin'
I'm doing really well and working hard, even when it's tough
Shittin' like 'No he didn't'
Wipin' my ass and splittin'
I'm surprised by some of the things happening, but I'm moving on quickly
Chattin' like Joe gettin'
All in the zone, settin' it off like Big Daddy
It ain't no half-steppin'
I keep rappin'
I'm chatting like Joe, getting fired up and ready to rap. I'm not holding back
Staten you keep sweatin', frontin', and ass-bettin'
Duckin' my Smith and Wesson
Trashin' the Meth and catchin'
People are trying to challenge us, but we're not backing down. We're ready to fight and defend ourselves
Hell, we leave you restin' in peace, BBC!
We'll stop the violence and leave you alone, BBC!
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, DELLA MUSIC PUBLISHING, LLC
Written by: ERICK S. SERMON, CLIFFORD SMITH, ALI SHAHEED JONES-MUHAMMAD, KAMAAL IBN JOHN FAREED, MALIK IZAAK TAYLOR, REGGIE NOBLE, RONNIE FOSTER
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