[Redman]
  Aiyyo, dot dot dot who is it the prime wizard
  Erykah Badu-izm smoker, vocal chord woof choker
  Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo no no chill chill
  nah nah hold up homie) We takin over!
  Gimme your girl, gimme your keys, to your four do' Explorer
  Yo Lu-Nile, crack their composure
  (We decompose your crowd) We layin down tighter than plaques
  When I blast I wild like them two bitches from Baps
  
  [Luniz]
  Yo, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy
  Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies
  Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese
  Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin lines
  off each other's booty love the Luniz
  I went from smokin dubs to QP's
  Make hits for thugs that bankin hoopies
  and aimin uzis, at who dirty mackin my loochie
  Come clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi
  
  Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers
  And wonder the cause, cuz big dope had his balls
  Got small methamphetimes with colors to be Cray-ola
  Took the drunkest O-A, and let the X take shit over
  No need to get juiced cause it's the anti-depressant
  Smile now but trip later, and put your hand out for the present
  Lay down for fifteen, so your body can feel rest
  Kick your feet up, and start makin beats on your chest and think
  
  Chorus: Redman and Luniz
  
  Sex, money, drugs, music
  Lies, these are the things that keep niggaz...
  "I was hyp-no-tized!" "I'd like to break it down down"
  "Cold turn the party out" "I'd like to, I'd like to break it down down"
  "Cold turn the party out"
  (repeat 2X)
  
  [Luniz]
  Ahh ahh, I smoke Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
  Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Satur-dayyyyyyah!
  Two lay ya blunt, players with cream
  If I die my spirit will jump inside machines
  Runnin niggaz over like Christine (sorry)
  I mix the green with the last piece of hashish, ass-burning
  hoes in my black mink, your baby momma lovin my backseat
  Freak nasty got me slappin the ass cheeks of Blackstreet
  
  So high, I'm so high I feel like I'm wearin a disguise
  Superman type of, with Kryptonite eyes
  Not knowin I'm trippin, I walks out to my vehic'
  Buckle up for safety on my way to get some cheap shit
  I'm out the parkin lot, sideways on two wheels
  Vision is double, trouble to me is bein real
  Listen to my big block bill cause in the town that's a earful
  Shares and mo' shares, swang if it's good
  
  [Redman]
  Now how I get dollars, I be the rap artist blue collar
  School scholars on knowledge to move dollars
  I do gotta motion chirp, like Impalas
  for niggaz who rock Timbs, Gortex, or new Walla's
  You're facin, the Cochise of operation
  And if you ain't tastin you should steady observations
  Doctor/patient, leavin mics with laceratons
  Love to stay bent with my doggs rollin adjacent (woof!)
  And when they bark they turn your sunny days to dark
  You play the back like Rosa Parks when the arc sparks
  I bang rawly, do you orally
  My horny sounds will pound more heavy than E-40
  
  Chorus 1/2
  
  [Redman]
  I'm gettin money y'all, I'm gettin money nigga
  Bend your back like Long Isle Iced Teas with five liquors
  Knew about the cheddar since I took my child picture
  sDial 900-Do-Away-With-All-Snitches
  Stop complaining, the game is for entertainment
  What is it when niggaz heads gettin covered with blankets?
  It's just a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin crew
  I'll have your brains doin donuts like you in a rental
  Flip fools with credentials, nasty like havin sex with kinfolk
  Blaze high, then smoke
  
  [Luniz]
  Drunk-a-Lot, stays on top, that's why we roll
  two and two, four deep makes a crew
  Red Yuk and Num with the sidekick Hennesey
  Fuzzy, wuzza, fuzzy, little friend of me
  Hitters on the payroll, secure because we practice
  Pure ass-kick cures for who's acting drastic
  Drank and buddha blast, callin shots on Motorolas
  One step shy, so I'ma drank until it's over
  
  Kick this for the fake Versace wearin fake Donna Karan Mossino
  Players we know, ain't no gambino
  Peons be watchin too much Casino, wannabe Nino Brown with the uzi
  But clown you more like Downtown Judy
  Niggaz can't fool me, I love the way you ball outta control
  in your rhyme, then see you in person without a dime
  But I'm global, with Reggie Noble man blazin
  Dive in a crowd like Method Man and Van Halen
  
  Chorus (repeat to fade)