Hey Zulu - Method Man, Redman

Turn the beat up a little bit

Got to get that part, baby

I’ma do it like this, baby, I don’t give a fuck, baby

Yo, yo

I walk in the spot and I see niggas standin' 'round

So I ask what’s goin' 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 tryin' to drop me a mil

My hood trippin', chrome wheel whippin'

With all these hoes, you can tell I’m slippin'

Shots of Patron, got bird eye vision

Even broke niggas wanna learn my pimpin'

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

Ayo, I smell somethin' burnin' 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

P-p-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 y’all ?»

Got the girls in the spot, and I don’t care if she a bird or not

'Cause I ain’t really tryna talk to y’all

Got a pocket full of stone

With a pocket full of bones

I’m a class act, I follow with the chrome

Lane switchin', got your missus on the phone

Baby girl, turn ya head, had the teeth missin' 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 fuckin' with a crook

But these niggas want the juice, now they fuckin' up the jooks

Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don’t muthafuckin' care

'Cause 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

Ayo, I smell somethin' burnin' 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

P-p-put it in the air

A dude like me, keep a boom boom in the truck

So you hear Doc rollin' 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, niggas 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 and 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 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

Ayo, I smell somethin' burnin' 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

P-p-put it in the air