[Intro: Method Man]
Hydro... indo... (buddha!)
Hah... cocoa... yo, ya-ya-yo!
I need some brown weed (Lady) all day
I need some brown weed (Jenny)
I need some cut (Lady, lady)
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Now these doors don't open, 'til after dark
And it ain't 'til 12 that the party really starts
(Yo, me and my crew had to be in by 10
Right before the fun was about to begin)
Yo yo, once bitten, jabberjaws
Tryin' to taste the paper written, kids be bullshittin', I see they flaws
Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause
Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest
Criminal minded, put my life behind it, you niggas find it
Hard to swallow, poison in the bottle
She too sexy, so I gotta watch you fast bitches
Too many tricks that can give a dick a bad sickness {*coughing*}
[Verse 2: Redman]
Yo, yo! Yo, son, excuse me?
(Yo) I'm tryin to earn a million buck or two
The ill MC step in – (And who the fuck are you?)
Doc start walkin', bumpin' M.O.P
To catch a nigga gettin' gassed, puttin' 10 on 3
(Da ruckus!) With the mic, I blast men on sight
So off the hook, Atlantic Bell had to go on strike
Doc did it, metaphors come AMG kitted
20/20 vision, comes tinted!
From being so high... (So high...)
So high... so high...
[Verse 3: Method Man]
Air it out – Iron Lung
I be the street soldier, ante up
Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut
Slappin' grudges off a nigga's shoulder, bringin' ruck'
Like them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck!
Duke or sober, swallow Ebola, soul controller
Of the universe, stole-a, colder than polar
Caps; grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat'
Keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather
[Verse 4: Redman]
Gats, right hook, uppercut, swollen how I left your eye
Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I.
Aiyyo, ho! Doc be keepin a dope show like Marilyn
Manson, the handgun be stashed in the paneling
Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget
Diggin' in that whole plate and – piss on your picnic
(Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start flinchin'
Limo driver, roll up the fuckin' partition!
[Hook: Method Man & Redman]
Who them niggas that be rollin' them Thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all nite (Well all rite cha) yeah, yeah
Well, who them cats you can call on when you wanna brawl?
(Get drunk as hell) and so on (Well all rite cha) yo, yo
Is Funk Doc up in the house? (Well all rite cha) yo, yo
Hot Nix up in the house? (Well all rite cha)
Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo, yo
Mad dick up in your mouth (Hah, all night cha)
[Verse 5: Redman]
Yo, Tical's and Doc, did it before, I'll do it again
Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm screwin' it in
(Aiyyo, we out!) Six drop in 10 seconds, what?
I'll be the first one on the floor at your wedding reception
B-Boys gather around and act P-noid
Bring the Trouble T-Roy, 'til your earlobes keloid
(Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah Conn'
For the barrel bonds (Am I on?) Tical, you're on!
Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on
Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on
[Verse 6: Method Man]
Got these Slim Pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a MAC
To make your back stiffen; flip the script, I act different
The oddball, keep your distance, warning y'all, you don't listen
Bitchin' over shit you ain't gettin'
So finally, puttin' in work, the big hurt
MC, with a social disease, and get it first
Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger
Remember me? (The field nigga!)
Too ghetto fabulous, RZA Sharp and hazardous figure
With bad habit, can't hold his liquor
Speed like a millipede (Hot Nix-on)
Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leafs
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (Ha!)
Showin' you the pain I feel from holdin' these
Black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays
They come with batteries included, in wicked ways
[Hook: Method Man & Redman]
Who them niggas that be rollin' them Thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all nite (Well all rite cha) yeah, yeah
Well, who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
(Get drunk as hell) and so on (Well all rite cha) yo, yo
Is Funk Diggy in the house? (Well all rite cha) yo, yo
Meth Diggy, no doubt! (Well all rite cha)
Bricks to Stat' hold it down (Well all rite cha) yo, yo
Mad dick up in your mouth (All nite cha)
Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha...
S.I.N.Y., 10304
{*fades in and out before end*}
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