Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Method Man
Composer
D. Harris
Composer
D. Hill
Composer
Patrick Charles
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tony Black
Mixing Engineer
True Master
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Just maxin', lookin' for hoes, you know, relaxin'
Met this redbone Jasmine, midtown Manhattan
Shot a verb that tranked her nerves, calm words
Massaged the mentals, made her pussy cat purr
Sweet love, you look miraculous, brown eyes passionate
High cheek boned, Tommy Girl cologne, you smashin' it
Jump in, take a spin, destination Staten
I'll have you home by ten, shorty started laughin'
[Verse 2]
She replied, Street, you ever ride while you drive?
I looked puzzled and said, nah, baby, why?
She pressed up, grabbed my dick, threw her dress up
Cocked her legs, girl fucked my head up
Now I'm deep in it, flyin' past the speed limit
Out of control, still whippin' it, steadily hittin' it
Deep strokin', one hand on the wheel, blunt smokin'
Lovin' how it feel, sweet love, you got me open, what?
[Verse 3]
Love is love, love, love is love, love
Love is love, love, love is love, love
[Verse 4]
We connected like a train from the first ordeal
I stepped to her with a passion as I kept things real
But like, sex was on my mind, like, cum was in my pants
I flashed my fronts on her, like if I had a chance
She said, ain't you Cappadonna from the Wu-Tang Clan?
I said, yeah, mad gear plus the small white band
Sweet love, I want your pussy, can I be your man?
Stripped to the bare essentials, let me fuck you if I can
Sweet love, from your nipples to your pussy nub
Sweet love, love is love, love is love, love
[Verse 5]
It's a full moon, we in the bedroom
Thoughts consumed by the passion
Slow jam tunes and body action
My fingers on the clit, splashin'
Your pussy lips got you spazzin'
Love juices marinatin' in your satins
Sexy ass, I gets 'em like my old dad, I love my women bad
With just a little touch of class, you's a star by far
Look at you ma, shake your thing thing girlfriend
You cherchez la femme
[Verse 6]
What up, went to beat it up, I'm not the one to eat it up
But the type to hit it raw dog and seed it up
We talk without sayin' nothin'
You told me if I came through, you'd give me somethin'
Now we lockin' ass, pullin' hair and talkin' trash
How you like it, slow or fast?
She said, I like it when it lasts
No doubt, you got the best trout there can be
Not an everyday, average chicken of the sea
[Verse 7]
Candidate for HIV, you'd rather deal with monogamy
Queen to be held, black mahogany
You're 'bout to bust, dammit
Sugar walls comin' down, now you can't stand it
You been touched, that's when I felt the blood rush
Gettin' closer and closer with every thrust
Take me there, volcanos about to erupt
I love you much, watch these rap **** get all up in your guts
Written by: D. Harris, D. Hill, Method Man, Patrick Charles