Method Man - Baby Come On Lyrics
(feat. Kardinal Offishall)[intro: Method Man]Uh.. That's Right, Oh YeahBack With Some Nasty Shit, Right ThereNasty, Nasty, Girl, Nasty Girl, Baby Come OnThink You A Nasty Girl, Yea[method Man]Pretty Young Thing Like To BoneAnd She Hate To Spend Her Nights Alone, Baby Doll You In The ZoneWhy Not Call Me On The Phone, And Invite Me HomeCome On, Now, Baby, Come On-onKnow What I Mean, Take A Real Queen To ***** With MeTrustin' Me, And Give It Up For FreeNext Time, Feel Free To Hit Me Up, Anything You Wanna Puff A TreeCome On, Now, Baby, Come On-onWe'll Shake Me Up, Stop Stallin', What You Waitin' For?You Know We Both Ain't Got No Place To GoSo Roll It Up, And Lay LowEverytime I Say, Yes, Baby, You Say NoCome On, Now, Baby, Come On-onNow-now, Now-now-now, You Don't Have To StayIt's Ok, There's The Dough, You Can Walk Away, Why Make We WaitTil Tomorrow, When You Can Break Me Off TodayCome On, Now, Baby, Come On-on[chorus: Kardinal Offishall]Yeah! Gal Dem We Love, And Gal We NeedShe Crush Up Me Things And Light Me WeedWe See Dem Shotgun, And Watch Me SpeedMe Need A Pringy One Or Pon We Need ItGal Dem We *ugh*, And Gal We ScrewWhen We Need The Girl, Up One Night Po' Half Me CrewAnd Lick On My Collection, And What To DoMe Need A Nasty Girl, It Could Be You, Eh![method Man]I Won't Lie, I Love P-u-s-s-y, (why?)Cuz I Never Let It Walk On By, Or Any Slice Of The American PieCome On, Now, Baby, Come On-onGirlfriend, You Know It's Half Past Two A.mYou Got A Friend, But You Ain't Really Trynna ***** With HimAight, Then, Hit Up Batty, I'll Gladly Come And Tuck You InCome On, Now, Baby, Come On-onScream At Your Frog, All's Fair, Love & BasketballShe Remind Me Of This Chick That Used To ***** With Dirty Bastard, Ya'llHeard That She Could Suck A Ball Through A Plastic StrawCome On, Now, Baby, Come On-onKnow What I'm Sayin', Kid, She Get It Poppin' Off And Half The TimeA Little, Candlelight, A Little Glass Of WineI'm Thinkin', Another Drink And That Ass Is MineCome On, Now, Baby, Come On-on[chorus][method Man]If You Girl Come Knockin' At My Door, It's My DutyTo Give Her What She Came Here ForI'm Try'nna Knock It Down, But I Ain't Try'nna Claim That DoughCome On, Now, Baby, Come On-onThat's What's Up, Start The Fire, Buddha, Light Things UpThe Only Nigga Puttin' Ends On Some Rims For His Ice Cream TruckPick A Flavor, I'll Come And Scoop Your Whole Team UpCome On, Now, Baby, Come On-onThat's How It Be, Don't Trip, But Girl You Put A Hurtin' On MeOh Shit, Hope Other Chicks Don't Take It PersonallyBut Ma, You Killin' Her, Murder In The First DegreeCome On, Now, Baby, Come On-onOkay, Okay, Can The Ladies Come Out And Play With Mr. MethI Ain't Trynna Take You Out Your WayWhy Break Me Off Tomorrow, When You Can Break Me Off TodayCome On, Now...[chorus][outro: Method Man]Me Need A Nasty Girl, It Could Be You, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, EhBig Up To, Super Producer, Fafu, One Love To Kardinal OffishallAnd The Whole T-dot, Oh!
