Song of the Day

Title: Mrs. International
Artist: Method Man and Redman
Album: Blackout 2



[Intro: Method Man]
Yeah...nice
Dedicated to all the beautiful people in the house
You know who you are...yeah
Redman, Method Man, Blackout 2
Sexy

Hair n nails done up, girl you got your act together
You get the thumbs up
Your raw footage is uncut
Frontin' like them goodies is untouched
We both knew these moneys is young bucks, ma
You ever take a trip to Shangri-La?
Too many hardships, the hardest one is saying goodbye
Look here, times run, let me save you some time
N in your spare time fully understand I'm a rare find, ha you know?
So pick a date and pick a place n we there fo' sho
Slow up the pace this ain't a race n there you go
I'm dope money girl that means I got cash to blow
She love it tho, she's so international
Not around the way you 'round the world
N you be stuntin' when you 'round your girls, but you classy tho
I'm feelin your vibe, you're feelin how high, the G4's ready to fly, is you ready to ride? Let's go...

[Chorus: Method Man]
International
Now we can creep, we can lay on the beach, you know?
Then hit the sheets, I'll let you play with my feets, you know?
She keep it low, she's so international
International
[Redman]
Hey, I like a girl that would roll me a blunt, you know?
With pretty feet, cook me something to eat, you know?
You're not a groupie, you're international

[Redman]
(Yo) Hey
You know me girl, who I be girl
The big whale that bailed outta sea world
What's yo name, show me ID girl
You look Black n a 'lil Chinese girl
Hey wait a minute, where you going shorty?
Tryna sneak past me like you ain't ballin'
You look sweet like tweet baby, ca-ca-call me
Matter of fact, wasn't you on Maury? I'm just playin'
Hey miss thang, hey miss thang, how you gon' miss me?
I got tickets, let's roll to the Knicks game
You Tina Marie, n baby I'm Rick James
Excuse me, where you goin' mama?
I wanted change, I voted for Obama
Bring in the new, kick out the old timers
Let's talk while we goin' ta meet yo mama

[Chorus: Redman]
International
Hey, I like a girl that's thick in the waist, you know?
The kinda girl that'll finish her plate, you know?
You're not greedy
You're international
International
[Method Man]
The type of chick I like'll wheelie a bike, you know?
Rock the mic, roll the Phillie up tight, you know?
I like it tho she's so international

[Method Man]
Seems to me (me), you a queen to be
You mean girl but you don't mean to be
Got your crown and your thrown
A little castle so you can rest your dome
And we can smoke a little piff, you know?
You gettin' that dough, let's get it and go
On this cruise we're takin' it slow
You're paintin' your toes n that's cool
Fuck with your dude whose fuckin' with you
Like an overnight celebrity Ms. Nothin-to-lose

[Redman]
Yo, hey (hey) miss lady, my boniqua
I heard your apple pomme like bonita
Your accent tellin' me you from the east side
Take off your shoes, you're 'bout five feet high
I get high, what about you?
A jungle brotha, and baby I'll house you
Your feet lookin' real good in them house shoes
You're not a groupie, you're international

[Chorus]
International
(A-aalll) International...