Method Man & Redman - Hey Zulu Lyrics

Lyrics Hey Zulu - Method Man , Redman



Turn the beat up a little bit
Got to get that part, baby
I'ma do it like this, baby, I don't give a fuck, baby
Yo, yo
I walk in the spot and I see niggas standin' 'round
So I ask what's goin' down
Got a girl in the back, a blunt in the mouth
And a chain on my neck hang to the ground
Hey, I said, "How you feel?"
Baby, look tough with a gangsta grill
I ain't rich but I pay my bill
I'm like Jay, I'm tryin' to drop me a mil
My hood trippin', chrome wheel whippin'
With all these hoes, you can tell I'm slippin'
Shots of Patron, got bird eye vision
Even broke niggas wanna learn my pimpin'
Yeah yo, let's be clear
You're unaware what's in the underwear
She said, "Yeah", I said, "Yeah"
Pulled the purp' out and put it in the air
Ayo, I smell somethin' burnin' up
So I throw it up and I put it in the air
Tell that DJ, turn it up while I roll it up
And I put it in the air
Higher, we gon' take it higher
Watch me move it higher
We put money in the air
P-p-put it in the air
When I come up in the club, and I see my niggas on the wall
And I'm like, "Yo, what's wrong with y'all?"
Got the girls in the spot, and I don't care if she a bird or not
'Cause I ain't really tryna talk to y'all
Got a pocket full of stone [Incomprehensible]
With a pocket full of bones
I'm a class act, I follow with the chrome
Lane switchin', got your missus on the phone
Baby girl, turn ya head, had the teeth missin' out her comb
Look, I want this money off the books
Little Kush and a Playboy bunny that can cook
You want the truth? Man, you fuckin' with a crook
But these niggas want the juice, now they fuckin' up the jooks
Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't muthafuckin' care
'Cause the green is the only thing puffin' over here
So be clear, put this bug up in your ear
Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air
Ayo, I smell somethin' burnin' up
So I throw it up and I put it in the air
Tell that DJ, turn it up while I roll it up
And I put it in the air
Higher, we gon' take it higher
Watch me move it higher
We put money in the air
P-p-put it in the air
A dude like me, keep a boom boom in the truck
So you hear Doc rollin' up
Middle finger in the air to my haters, yo, what's up?
You can tell Doc fuck shit up
Hey nigga, I'm so hood
My hand on the pump, niggas understood
Bitch, I'm no good, I swear
Light shit up like Times Square, put it in the air
I got a bottle of Patron, I'm the only one that spent that cash
But everybody try and get they glass
Now we can all have a drink
If you trying to put some dough in the bank
But if not, ya'll kiss my ass
I need a Cinderella that can give me the loot
Better yet, a French vanilla that can give me the scoop
Oh yeah, just so we clear, put this bug up in your ear
Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air
Ayo, I smell somethin' burnin' up
So I throw it up and I put it in the air
Tell that DJ, turn it up while I roll it up
And I put it in the air
Higher, we gon' take it higher
Watch me move it higher
We put money in the air
P-p-put it in the air



Writer(s): BOYD JASON P D, STINSON DANA, NOBLE REGGIE, SMITH CLIFFORD M


Method Man & Redman - Blackout! 2
Album Blackout! 2
date of release
01-01-2009




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