[Intro: Method Man]Yeah, niceDedicated to all the beautiful people in the houseYou know who you areYeah, Redman, Method Man, Blackout! 2Sexy...[Method Man]Hair and nails done up, girl, you got your act togetherYou get the thumbs up, your raw footage is uncutFronting like them goodies is untouchedWe both knew this money's is young bucksMa, you ever take a trip to Shang-a-lotToo many hard shames, the hardest one is saying goodbyeLook here, time is money, let me save you some timeAnd in your spare time, fully understand I'm a rare findYou know, so pick a day and pick a place and we there for sureSlow up the pace, this ain't no race, and there you goI'm dope money, girl, that mean I got cash to blowShe love it though, she so internationalNot around the way, around the worldAnd you be stunting when you around your girlsBut you classy, though, I'm feeling your vibe, you feeling the highThe G4 is ready to fly, is you ready to ride?Let's go[Hook: Erick Sermon (Method Man) {Redman}]International (Now we can creep, we can lay on the beach, you knowThen hit the sheets, I'll let you play with my feet, you knowShe keep it low, she so international)International {Hey, I like a girl that'll roll me a blunt, you knowWith pretty feet, cook me something to eat, you knowYou not a groupie, you're international}[Redman]Hey, you know me, girl, who I be, girlThe big whale that bailed outta SeaWorldWhat's your name, show me I.D., girlYou look black and a little Chinese, girlHey, wait a minute, where you going, shorty?Try to sneak past me like you ain't ballingYou look sweet like Tweet, baby, c-c-call meMatter of fact, wasn't you on Maury?I'm just playingHey miss thangHey, hey, miss thang, how you gon' miss me?I got tickets, let's roll to the Knicks gameYou Teena Marie, and baby, I'm Rick JamesExcuse me, where you going, mama?I wanna change, I voted for ObamaBring in the new, kick out the old timersLet's talk while we go and meet your mama[Hook: Erick Sermon (Redman) {Method Man}]International (Hey, I like a girl that's thick in the waist, you knowThe kind of girl, that'll finish your plate, you knowYou not greedy, you international)International {The type of chick I like'll wheelie your bike, you knowRock the mic, roll a Philly uptight, you knowI like it though, she so international}[Method Man]Seems to me, me, you a queen to beYou mean girl, but you don't mean to beGot your crown and your throne, little castle you can rest your domeAnd we can smoke a little greenery, you know?You getting that dough, let's get it and go on this cruiseI'm taking it slow, you painting your toes, and it's coolFuck with your dude, I'm fucking with youLike an overnight celebrity, Miss Nothing to Lose[Redman]Yo, hey, hey, miss lady, my boricuaI heard your Applebum like BonitaYour accent telling me you from the eastsideTake off your shoes, you bout five feet highI get high, what about you?A jungle brother, and baby I house youYour feet looking real good in them house shoesYou're not a groupie, you international[Hook: Erick Sermon]International...International...
