(featuring Redman & Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley)       [Redman] Selecta come!!!!!   [Marley] Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio      [Verse 1: Method Man]   Oh no, another flow lyrica forty fo'   If it gets deep, jump in feet first then hold yo' nose   I'm a beast when you step on my toe you hear my whistle   Checkin 'em hoe, you see my pistol lettin it go   I couldn't wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya wrong   Time to party, Meth, Stephen Marley and Jr. Gong   So selecta, come with it, awww shit it   Now y'all done did it, supper ready y'all come get it   Now who 'gon stop me block me pop lock me knock me   Jamaica posse most high Haile Selassie   Allah willin, another sound boy killin   I'm hot bitch I don't catch cold or catch feelings   The truth be the ghetto youth   And Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man take care of his fam   That's what y'all better do   Examine our skin we plannin to win   Worldwide tell the people we be jammin again      [Verse 2: Redman]   Make way for Reggie Hammond   Got more hoes than grand canyon   I, dig 'em out then tie 'em up for randsome   I, shoot at your feet make you start dancin   I'm pissin on your picnics where ya campin   Doctor got the ziplock from Ziggy   When the zig zag roll I'll rip your zip code   Got bitches fucked up off the hypno   I tip toe, then wait till they bend over   (There I go) Aiyyo money   I got a mo ped in Jamaica sittin on twenties   (Blaow!) Look out, guns in the air   (Blaow!) Selecta guns in the air   No Belvedere it's Tiger Bone to get it crackin   Aiyyo dread right or wrong   I'm a sinner, winner of the underground swimmers   Eat dinner, in front of Bob Marley pin up      [Chorus: Redman]   I don't care about your blinb bling bling   Over here we let them things ring   BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! give it to me   BLAOW!!! Shoot it up BLAOW!!! give it up   I don't care about your blinb bling bling   Over here we let them things ring   BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! One time   BLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! give it up      [Verse 3: Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley]   I neva wonda why so much ganja reach ya   And dem a wonda how so much conquer feature   Blunt dem so big a must fi bun it Bob and Peter   Teach it like a teacher preach it like a preacher   Put you in a fever   Pussy couldn't style mi up plus no under achieve   Gimme di rizla gimme di cup and a couple senorita   Jr. Gong di veteran a trouble when mi reach ya   DJ fi fi fan dem inna Grandtsand and di bleacha   Jumpin off on di truck, you best believe yah   Babylon a smell skunk and couldn't get mi neitha   Well ever since a likkle ghetto yute dem get mi crippled   So mi know seh babylon dem a go get a weopen   Everytime when we hear some politician trippin   When a di big ting promote I'm right there wid di clip in   So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle flippin lippin   Got a big forty five it's trigga finga lickin   Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't know what's happenin   Dem wonderin how yuh get so slim it's like yuh fat and go gym   Get mi girl inna mi cabin and mi cabin stabbin   It is slappin jappin dappin it is non stoppin   Hey! No pork caan cook inna mi kitchen   If a gal try dat she's a dead pigeon   Well woman a tear off mi pants stitchen   Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and have recline switchin   If a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up missin   Rastafari dun tell yuh don't listen      [Outro: Marley]   Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio