Method Man, Kardinal Offishall - Baby Come On lyrics

Uh that's right, oh yeah
Back with some nasty shit, right there
Nasty, nasty, girl, nasty girl, baby come on
Think you a nasty girl, yea

Pretty young thing like to bone
And she hate to spend her nights alone
Baby doll you in the zone
Why not call me on the phone
And invite me home
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
Know what I mean
Take a real queen to fuck with me
Trustin' me, and give it up for free
Next time, feel free to hit me up
Anything you wanna puff a tree
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
Whats shaking yo, stop stallin'
What you waitin' for?
You know we both ain't got no place to go
So roll it up, and lay low
Everytime I say, yes, baby, you say no
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
Now now, now now now, you don't have to stay
It's ok, there's the dough
You can walk away, why make we wait
Til tomorrow, when you can break me off today
Come on, now, baby, come on-on

Yeah! Gal dem we love, and gal we need
She crush up me things and light me weed
We see dem shotgun, and watch me speed
Me need a pringy one or pon we need it
Gal dem we ugh, and gal we screw
When we need the girl
Up one night po' half me crew
And lick on my collection, and what to do
Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh!

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 pie
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
Girlfriend, you know it's half past two AM
You got a friend
But you ain't really trynna fuck with him
Aight, then, hit up Batty
I'll gladly come and tuck you in
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
Scream at your frog, all's fair
Love & basketball
She remind me of this chick that
Used to fuck with Dirty Bastard, ya'll
Heard that she could suck a
Ball through a plastic straw
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
Know what I'm sayin', kid
She get it poppin' off and half the time
A little, candlelight, a little glass of wine
I'm thinkin'
Another drink and that ass is mine
Come on, now, baby, come on-on

If you girl come knockin' at my door
It's my duty
To give her what she came here for
I'm try'nna knock it down
But I ain't try'nna claim that dough
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
That's what's up, start the fire, Buddha
Light things up
The only nigga puttin' ends on some
Rims for his ice cream truck pick a flavor
I'll come and scoop your whole team up
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
That's how it be, don't trip
But girl you put a hurtin' on me oh shit
Hope other chicks don't take it personally
But ma, you killin' her
Murder in the first degree
Come on, now, baby, come on-on okay, okay
Can the ladies come out and play with Mr meth
I ain't trynna take you out your way
Why break me off tomorrow
When you can break me off today come on, now

Me need a nasty girl, it could be
You, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Big up to, super producer, Fafu
One love to Kardinal Offishall
And the whole T-Dot, oh!