The Recipe (feat. Method Man & Cappadonna)

Ayy, licky-licky, can a brother get a quickie?
Give you a hickee, how dare you try to pussy whip me?
Girl, is you with me? Don't get to acting iffy-iffy
You wanna play, I'll meet you half way, 50-50
But no money, nuh-uh, honey, strictly dickly
You wanna smoke, I got smoke, sticky-icky
You like to drink, we can get pissy, but watch your cup
When I'm trying to what, because I slip mickies

She's in the bed like, "That's my spot"
Give me the head like, "Ah, don't stop"
Yeah, I be doing it, big Magnum XL when she doing the kid
Now, I need a freak every day of the week
Plus a hotel suite, everyday if it's cheap
Muay Thai, sex on the beach
I lick your lips like I'm Cool J
Baby in the back of the Jeep, c'mon

Back to you, Maybeline queen, let's make a team
You can have anything in the world except cream
You're looking good, fly-colored Asian
Yeah, baby girl, I can give it to you, how you need
You sexy persuasive tatas and thighs
Catch my eyes like highs, I want your body surprise
You make a motherfucker goddamn, what's the recipe?
Yeah, baby, I got the Method and the Remedy

She said I'm black from the bottom half down
All she wanna do is fuck, blew her back out in the bathroom of Tao
First class seats, red eyes, sex on the beach
Let me open doors, take you on scores and kiss your feet
Yeah, baby, my third leg will drive you crazy
Half on a baby, yes, no, or maybe
In the words of the late great ODB (I want pussy, for free)

All week, horderves in the back of the Jeep
I take my entrees up to the suite, I like to eat
I make you proud, have you living out loud, above the clouds
God blessed me, so the girls say I'm well endowed
Shouldn't, wouldn't, couldn't, but you would if you could
Life's good, we take 'em back to the hood (let's go)
Me and 'Med, scoop 'em up in the ice cream truck
Who wanna fuck? French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe

Back to you, Maybeline queen, let's make a team
You can have anything in the world except cream
You're looking good, fly-colored Asian
Yeah, baby girl, I can give it to you, how you need
You sexy persuasive tatas and thighs
Catch my eyes like highs, I want your body surprise
You make a motherfucker goddamn, what's the recipe?
Yeah, baby, I got the Method and the Remedy



Credits
Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Ross Filler, Danny Caiazzo, Daryll Hill
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