Beastin' (MCA) - Redman

That’s why these women’s asses jiggling

I’m like a pornstar fuckin' in my Timbalands

Sex drugs and money bitch get your membership

Watch how I bro

Watchin' Rambo in a Lambo

They say a nigga hot, can’t put him out

Smoke weed in the club, let’s put him out

I got women gimme head on the e-pill

And I’m like «There you go» like Johnny Gill

Behind the wheel is even better

And if it gets warm, take off your hot sweater

I see your tits through it anyway baby

The boomin' system got 'em jingling baby

They said I couldn’t do it but I fooled 'em all

Had to play Tony Danza like «Who's the boss?»

I’m in Jamaica mile high with a mai tai

Good fella with the hoes, yeah I’m a wise guy

That’s why I act a fool

And I’m cool, I take these youngins back to school

Like yeah, I got bad women ridin' with me like yeah

They got their own money and they hit me like yeah

They buy their own car and they ridin' like yeah

I told 'em give me something, they was with it like yeah

Yeah nigga like he putting in work

Work hard to play hard, watch how I flirt

Streets’ll love you but they’ll want you in the dirt

That’s why I grab on my…

Yo, got the Ciroc and pineapple, pour it in

Got it flowing like the levee in New Orleans

Out the club to my car, ladies all in

Going up in iHop in the morning

Women love Red, they doing cartwheels

Even got red bottoms on their high heels

Your boy heavyweight, get the picture

Seven point zero I scale on the richter

Hit the gym, get a little work out

Grab the mic, put a little work out

NWKNJ

Real hip-hop here, no DJ hittin' the replay

Look at that boy, he showing off

Go tell Biz Markie I’m goin' off

Radio playing that bullshit

So I resurrect Guru then give him a full clip

Give him another one then another one

Jersey got bank, I’ma double 'em

This kind of rhyme you won’t find in a Target or Walmart in aisle nine

I be lying if I ain’t saying I ain’t one of the best

Is your career over nigga, guess what