Artist: Method Man f/ Kardinal Offishall Album: Tical 0: The Prequel Song: Baby Come On Typed by: CnoEvil@Wu-Lyricz.Com [Intro: Method Man] 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 [Method Man] 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 We'll shake me up, 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 [Chorus: Kardinal Offishall] 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! [Method Man] 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 A.M 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 [Chorus] [Method Man] 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... [Chorus] [Outro: Method Man] 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!