(feat. Poo Bear)
[Intro: Redman]

Turn the beat up a little bit

Got to get that part, baby

I'mma do it like this, baby, I don't give a fuck, baby

Yo, yo



[Redman]

I walk in the spot, and I see niggas standing 'round

So I ask what's going 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 trying to drop me 'a mil'

My hood tripping, chrome wheel whipping

With all these hoes, you can tell I'm slipping

Shots of Patron, got bird eye vision

Even broke niggas wanna learn my pimping

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



[Chorus: Redman (Method Man) {Poo Bear}]

Aiyo, I smell something burning 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} Put, put, put, put

Put it in the air



[Method Man]

When I come up in the club, and I see my niggas on the wall

And I'm like 'yo, what's wrong with ya'll ?'

Got these girls in the spot, and I don't care if she a bird or not

Cuz I ain't really trynna talk to ya'll

Got a pocket full of stones, grown with a pocket full of bones

I'm a class act, I follow with the chrome

Lane switching, got your misses on the phone

Baby girl, turn ya head and teeth missing out her comb

Look, I want this money off the books

Little kush, and a Playboy bunny that can cook

You wan't the truth? Man, you fucking with a crook

But these niggas want the juice, now they fucking up the jooks

Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't muthafucking care

Cuz 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



[Chorus]



[Redman]

A dude like me, keep a boom boom in the truck

So you hear Doc rolling 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



[Method Man]

I got a bottle of Patron, I'm the only one that spent that cash

But everybody try to 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 can 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



[Chorus]