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[Redman] Selecta come!!!!!

[Marley] Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio



[Verse 1: Method Man]

Oh no, another flow lyrica forty fo'

If it gets deep, jump in feet first then hold yo' nose

I'm a beast when you step on my toe you hear my whistle

Checkin 'em hoe, you see my pistol lettin it go

I couldn't wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya wrong

Time to party, Meth, Stephen Marley and Jr. Gong

So selecta, come with it, awww shit it

Now y'all done did it, supper ready y'all come get it

Now who 'gon stop me block me pop lock me knock me

Jamaica posse most high Haile Selassie

Allah willin, another sound boy killin

I'm hot bitch I don't catch cold or catch feelings

The truth be the ghetto youth

And Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man take care of his fam

That's what y'all better do

Examine our skin we plannin to win

Worldwide tell the people we be jammin again



[Verse 2: Redman]

Make way for Reggie Hammond

I, dig 'em out then tie 'em up for randsome

I, shoot at your feet make you start dancin

I'm pissin on your picnics where ya campin

Doctor got the ziplock from Ziggy

When the zig zag roll I'll rip your zip code

Got bitches fucked up off the hypno

I tip toe, then wait till they bend over

(There I go) Aiyyo money

I got a mo ped in Jamaica sittin on twenties

(Blaow!) Look out, guns in the air

(Blaow!) Selecta guns in the air

No Belvedere it's Tiger Bone to get it crackin

Aiyyo dread right or wrong

I'm a sinner, winner of the underground swimmers

Eat dinner, in front of Bob Marley pin up



[Chorus: Redman]

I don't care about your blinb bling bling

Over here we let them things ring

BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! give it to me

BLAOW!!! Shoot it up BLAOW!!! give it up

I don't care about your blinb bling bling

Over here we let them things ring

BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! One time

BLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! give it up



[Verse 3: Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley]

I neva wonda why so much ganja reach ya

And dem a wonda how so much conquer feature

Blunt dem so big a must fi Bunny,Bob,and Peter

Teach it like a teacher preach it like a preacher

Put you in a fever

Pussy couldn't style mi up plus no under achieve

Gimme di rizla gimme di cup and a couple senorita

Jr. Gong di veteran a trouble when mi reach ya

DJ fi fi fan dem inna Grandtsand and di bleacha

Jumpin off the meter, you best believe yah

Babylon a smell skunk and couldn't get mi neitha

Well ever since a likkle ghetto yute dem get mi crippled

So mi know seh babylon dem a go get a weopen

Everytime when we hear some politician trippin

When a di big ting promote I'm right there wid di clip in

So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle flippin lippin

Got a big forty five it's trigga finga lickin

Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't know what's happenin

Dem wonderin how yuh get so slim it's like yuh fat and go gym

Get mi girl inna mi cabin and mi cabin stabbin

It is slappin jappin dappin it is non stoppin

Hey! No pork caan cook inna mi kitchen

If a gal try dat she's a dead pigeon

Well woman a tear off mi pants stitchen

Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and have recline switchin

If a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up missin

Rastafari dun tell yuh don't listen



[Outro: Marley]

Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio