[Intro: Raekwon]
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Miranda *speaking Spanish*
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Yo, man, just let her live, man, stop playing, man
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Oh, shit, B, where's Miranda? (She with Chef)
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[Raekwon:]
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I dreamed it, Chef out in Cuba, a ruger
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Thirty thou' on him, out in Mr. Chow, blew a cloud on him
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Seen a Latin chick, laughing, clapping
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Like your style, homey, tell your proud, hit the Crystal
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Now we chatting, coebers and klickos, who do this a size six
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She split up, had a brick, I peeped those
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Her jeans was fitted, hair twisted, long as a fuck
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She looked Indian, titties was plump
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Had juicy lips, dimples, imprint on her pussy was mad thick
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She grabbed my dick, hopped in the window
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We in the Monte Carlo, bravo, uncle named Pablo
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Gun connect, and he had his poke in Los Cabos
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Good money, honey was strung, playing Luther in the background
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Spanish version, my bunny was horny as fuck
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Working the kid, we burst later, lay in the bed
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Duvet sheets, my face hit the spread
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Then time me, I'm not the kind of nigga, I was cool down at night
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Drop my gun, shorty, my nigga
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Body was sexy, "Lexy, come here, nigga, take off your drawers
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Let me suck your dick, nigga, it's yours
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Got real watery, Corey, damn you got good dick
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You forty" spit on it, position your jaw
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Call me 8-Ball, this pussy like China, climb the Great Wall
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Then she came like volcanos in the late fall
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[Ghostface Killah:]
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Lady Miranda, she half black and white like a panda
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I met her at the BET Awards, in Atlanta
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Glamour girl, shopping in Bloomingdale's, skin pure
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Keep a fresh manicure, hands with the cutest nails
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Wall Street banker, hold accounts with Jewish now
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Big businessmen, who own stocks in computer sales
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Meanwhile, I'm checking her jeans out, imagining
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Her fat bubble, riding my dick, making her scream out
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She got a mean mouth, her lips is like soup coolers
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Hotter than niggas riding around with six rugers
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Miss Beaulah took a day off with a rich jeweler
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When she came back she had a suitcase full of Fig Newtons
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I met her at a villa in Vancouver, blowing her man's buddah
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Bumping Mary J. and that Grand Puba
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Check the 411, from a smooth operator
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Got some pictures of her naked, I'll send them to Un later
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[Method Man:]
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Ay Dio mio, mamacita ass bonita
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Remind me of the nights of Del Rio
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I met at the Cotto fights, playing my seat though
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That night, the linen was white, me and my hijos
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Live from Puerto Rico, San Juan, where niggas sniff pedrico
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Look at your man wrong, finito
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Girl you know how we go, you getting my grown man on
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Fuck with you primo, maybe I'm hands on, I'll massage your ego
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And be the love of your life, you know your people, a thug and his wife
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Gave a look, she was touching my ice, so I looked at my dick
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Like don't worry, we fucking tonight
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She boricua, cinnamon skin, sign is Libra
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She like wife beaters and men that like to eat her
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Then I meet your feet up, meet me in room 112, light this reefer
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You act right, and after tonight, I might keep ya
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Miranda
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Method Man |