Mrs. International

[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

[Verse 1: Method Man]

Hair and nails done up, girl, you got your act together

You get the thumbs up, your raw footage is uncut

Fronting like them goodies is untouched

We both knew this money since young bucks

Ma, you ever take a trip to Shangri-La?

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, ha, 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 stunting 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

[Chorus: Erick Sermon, Method Man & Redman]

Mrs. 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

Mrs. 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 2: Redman]

Hey, you know me, girl, who I be, girl

The big whale that bailed outta SeaWorld

What's your name? Show me I.D., girl

You look black and a little Chinese, girl

Hey, wait a minute, where you going, shorty?

Try to sneak past me like you ain't balling

You look sweet like Tweet, baby, c-call me

Matter of fact, wasn't you on Maury?

I'm just playing, hey, miss thang

Hey, hey, miss thang, 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 wanna change, I voted for Obama

Bring in the new, kick out the old timers

Let's talk while we go and meet your mama

[Chorus: Erick Sermon, Redman & Method Man]

Mrs. 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 international

Mrs. International

The type of chick I like'll wheelie your bike, you know?

Rock the mic, roll a Philly uptight, you know?

I like it though, she so international

[Verse 3: 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 throne, little castle you can rest your dome

And we can smoke a little greenery, you know?

You getting 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 4: Redman]

Yo, hey, hey, miss lady, my boricua

I heard your Applebum like Bonita

Your accent telling 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 looking real good in them house shoes

You're not a groupie, you're international

[Outro: Erick Sermon]

Mrs. International

Oh-ho

Mrs. International