Rodeo

[Intro: Method Man]

Yeah... yeah (come on ride in my rodeo, come on ride in my rodeo)

This one of another one of them nasty M-E-F joints, come on, come on

Come on (come on ride in my rodeo, come on ride in my rodeo)

[Method Man]

To all the chicks with they asses thick

Out the whole click, she the baddest bitch

Dose-doh, round your partner, switch

Clan in Da Front, we be starting shit

No don't trip, dog, spark 'em, quick

Holla when a real nigga talkin', trick

We got grip, but we ain't spendin' shit

You and your friends, stop pretendin' trip

[Ludacris]

Let a nigga get nut pushed, better yet let a nigga get some head

I work 'em, work 'em or feed 'em, burp 'em, then jerk 'em, instead

I get my nuts pushed, on the bottom to the top of your gums

I feel your slurpin', slurpin, I'm skeetin' and squirtin' your tongue

And I got about 5 grand, but I won't be spendin' a dime

See cuz overspendin's a crime and I can't be spendin' my time

If you get your guts pushed, could be of cuz Luda and Meth

Could be of cuz we do it best, could be of cuz we screw 'em to death

[Chorus: Method Man (Ludacris)]

Come up out of them dirty clothes (bend on over and touch them toes)

Uh-oh, we-oh, we-oh! (Come on and ride this rodeo)

(Meth & Luda we lock and load) Round your partner, now dose-doh

Uh-oh, we-oh, we-oh! (Come on and ride this rodeo)

[Ludacris]

I wonder where about five bottles of gin, models that wanna swallow

And wobble, gobble again, tell a couple of friends

I slap that ass, bitch, take a look and see what you got in

Cuz I've been schemin' and plottin', to have you breathin' and stoppin'

[Method Man]

What we talkin' bout? Pussy poppin', car hoppin' women

See 'em watchin', clockin', pigeons

Flockin' Luda they jockin', lightin' buddha, and boots is rockin'

Nameless hoes, take 'em brainless with painted toes

Famous, she code, twerkin' pussy, hurtin', workin' that pose

[Ludacris]

They wanna raise that pussy tab, price and position

Enticin' these women, given the proper juice

Life that they livin', hope that they double deuce

Shifted ass cheeks, last week and Ludacris is backseat

Afraid so, ask son, taste them

[Method Man]

Now watch me, dog 'em, freak 'em

Out every weekend, she puttin' APB's on my dick

I keep on bettin' and breathin', where's my pants, I'm leavin'

I'm speakin' facts, mamies creepin' and they cheatin'

They even sleepin' with mats, some be eatin' that cat

I'm teasin', indecent expose, Method be tweakin'

Keep pussies leakin' through pantyhoes, marijuana smell on my clothes

This evening, these bunnies got me on swoll, I bust and reload

Honey, break out the 'dro and give me some mo', on the rodeo

[Chorus w/ Luda & Meth switching lines]