Method Man, Redman - Hey Zulu lyrics

Turn the beat up a little bit
Got to get that part, baby
I'mma do it like this, baby
I don't give a fuck, baby
Yo, yo

I walk in the spot
And I see niggas standing 'round
So I ask what's going down
Got a girl in the back, a blunt in the mouth
And a chain on my neck, hang to the ground
Hey, I said how you feel?
Baby look tough with a gangsta grill
I ain't rich, but I pay my bill
I'm like Jay, I'm trying to drop me 'a mil'
My hood tripping, chrome wheel whipping
With all these hoes
You can tell I'm slipping
Shots of Patron, got bird eye vision
Even broke niggas wanna learn my pimping
Yeah, yo, let's be clear
You're unaware what's in the underwear
She said 'yeah', I said 'yeah'
Pulled the purp' out and put it in the air

Aiyo, I smell something burning up
So I throw it up, and I put it in the air
(Tell that DJ, turn it up
While I roll it up, and I, put it in the air)
Higher, we gon' take it, higher
Watch me move it higher, we put money in the
Air Put, put, put, put
Put it in the air

When I come up in the club
And I see my niggas on the wall
And I'm like 'yo, what's wrong with ya'll?'
Got these girls in the spot
And I don't care if she a bird or not
Cuz I ain't really trynna talk to ya'll
Got a pocket full of stones
Grown with a pocket full of bones
I'm a class act, I follow with the chrome
Lane switching, got your misses on the phone
Baby girl
Turn ya head and teeth missing out her comb
Look, I want this money off the books
Little kush
And a Playboy bunny that can cook
You want the truth? Man
You fucking with a crook
But these niggas want the juice
Now they fucking up the jooks
Jimmy Crack Corn
And I don't muthafucking care
Cuz the green is the only
Thing puffin' over here
So be clear, put this bug up in your ear
Meth and Doc put it down, yo
Put it in the air

Aiyo, I smell something burning up
So I throw it up, and I put it in the air
(Tell that DJ, turn it up
While I roll it up, and I, put it in the air)
Higher, we gon' take it, higher
Watch me move it higher, we put money in the
Air Put, put, put, put
Put it in the air

A dude like me keep a boom boom in the truck
So you hear Doc rolling up
Middle finger in the air, to my haters, yo
What's up? You can tell Doc fuck shit up
Hey, nigga, I'm so hood
My hand on the pump, make it understood
Bitch, I'm no good, I swear
Light shit up like Times Square
Put it in the air

I got a bottle of Patron
I'm the only one that spent that cash
But everybody try to get they glass
Now we can all have a drink
If you trying to put some dough in the bank
But if not, ya'll can kiss my ass i need a
Cinderella that can give me the loot
Better yet
A French vanilla that can give me the scoop
Oh yeah, just so we clear
Put this bug up in your ear
Meth and Doc put it down, yo
Put it in the air

Aiyo, I smell something burning up
So I throw it up, and I put it in the air
(Tell that DJ, turn it up
While I roll it up, and I, put it in the air)
Higher, we gon' take it, higher
Watch me move it higher, we put money in the
Air Put, put, put, put
Put it in the air