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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Method Man
Performer
Redman
Redman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Composer
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Composer
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Composer
Anthony Best
Anthony Best
Composer
John Atkins
John Atkins
Composer
John Hill
John Hill
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Recording Engineer
BUCKWILD
BUCKWILD
Producer
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Recording Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, nice
Dedicated to all the beautiful people in the house
You know who you are
Yeah, Redman, Method Man, Blackout! 2
Sexy
[Verse 2]
Hair and 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 this money's is young bucks
Ma, you ever take a trip to Shang-a-lot
Too many hard shames, the hardest one is saying goodbye
Look here, time is money, let me save you some time
And in your spare time, fully understand, I'm a rare find
You know, so pick a day and pick a place and we there for sure
Slow up the pace, this ain't no race, and there you go
I'm dope money, girl, that mean I got cash to blow
She love it though, she so international
Not around the way, around the world
And you be stuntin' when you around your girls
But you classy, though, I'm feeling your vibe, you feeling the high
The G4 is ready to fly, is you ready to ride?
Let's go
[Verse 3]
(International)
Now we can creep, we can lay on the beach, you know
Then hit the sheets, I'll let you play with my feet, you know
She keep it low, she so international
(International)
Hey, I like a girl that'll roll me a blunt, you know
With pretty feet, cook me something to eat, you know
You not a groupie, you're international
[Verse 4]
Hey, you know me, girl, who I be, girl
The big whale that bailed outta Sea World
What's your name, show me ID, girl
You look black and a little Chinese, girl
Hey, wait a minute, where you going, shawty?
Tryin' to sneak past me like you ain't ballin'
You look sweet like Tweet, baby, ca-call me
Matter of fact, wasn't you on Maury?
I'm just playing, hey miss thing
Hey, hey, miss thing, how you gon' miss me?
I got tickets, let's roll to the Knicks game
You Teena Marie, and baby, I'm Rick James
Excuse me, where you going, mama?
I wanted change, I voted for Obama
Bring in the new, kick out the old timers
Let's talk while we goin' to meet your mama
[Verse 5]
(International)
Hey, I like a girl that's thick in the waist, you know
The kind of girl that'll finish your plate, you know
You not greedy, you're international
(International)
The type of chick I like'll wheelie your bike, you know
Rock the mic, roll a Philly up tight, you know
I like it though, she so international
[Verse 6]
Seems to me, you a queen to be
You mean, girl, but you don't mean to be
Got your crown and your throne, little castle you can rest your dome
And we can smoke a little greenery, you know?
You gettin' that dough, let's get it and go on this cruise
I'm taking it slow, you painting your toes, and it's cool
Fuck with your dude, I'm fucking with you
Like an overnight celebrity, Miss Nothing to Lose
[Verse 7]
Yo, hey, hey, miss lady, my boricua
I heard you're Applebum like Bonita
Your accent tellin' me you from the eastside
Take off your shoes, you 'bout five feet high
I get high, what about you?
A jungle brother and, baby, I house you
Your feet lookin' real good in them house shoes
You're not a groupie, you're international
[Verse 8]
(International)
(International)
Written by: Anthony Best, Clifford Smith, Erick Sermon, John Atkins, John Hill, Reggie Noble
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