[Method Man (Redman)]
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Hydro... endo... (buddha!)
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Hah... cocoa... yo, ya-ya-yo!
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I need some brown weed (lady) all day
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I need some brown weed (jenny)
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I need some cut (lady, lady)
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Now these doors don't open, til after dark
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And it ain't til 12 til the party really starts
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(Yo, me and my crew had to be in by ten
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Right before the fun was about to begin)
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Yo yo, one bitten, jabberjaws, tryin to taste the
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paper written, kids be bullshittin, I see they flaws
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Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause
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Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest
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criminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz
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find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy
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So I gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks
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that can give a dick a bad sickness *coughing*
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[Redman (Method Man)]
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Yo, yo! Yo son excuse me?
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(Yo) I'm tryin to earn a million buck or two
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The ill MC step in -- (and who the fuck are you?)
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Doc start walkin bumpin M.O.P.
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To catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three
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(Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on sight
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So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on strike
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Doc did it, metaphors come AMG kitted
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20/20 vision, comes tinted! From being so high..
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(So high..) so high.. so high..
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[Method Man]
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Air it out
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Iron Lung I be the street soldier, ante up
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Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut
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slappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck
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like them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck!
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Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller
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of the universe, stole-a, colder than cola
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Caps grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat'
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keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather
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[Redman]
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Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye
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Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I.
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Aiyyo hoe! Doc be keepin a dope show like Marilyn
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Manson the handgun be stashed in the panelling
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Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget
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Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic
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(Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start flinchin
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Limo driver, roll up the fuckin partition!
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[Chorus]
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[M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
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Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah
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[R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
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(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo
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[R] Is Funk Doc up in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
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[M] Hot Nix up in the house? (well all rite cha)
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[R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
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[M] Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha)
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[Redman (Method Man)]
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Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before, I'll do it again
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Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm screwin it in
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(Aiyyo we out!) Six drop in ten seconds, what?
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I'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception
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B-Boys gather around and act p-noid
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Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
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(Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah Conn'
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for the barrel bonds (Am I on?) Tical, you're on
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Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on
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Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on
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[Method Man (Redman)]
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Got these slim pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac
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to make your back stiffen, flip the script I act different
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The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't listen
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Bitchin over shit you ain't gettin
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So finally, puttin in work, the big hurt
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MC, with a social disease, and get it first
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Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger
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Remember me? (The field nigga!)
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Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA.. Sharp, and hazardous
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Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor
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Speed like a millipede (Hot Nix-on)
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Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves
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Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)
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Showin you the pain I feel from holdin these
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black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays
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they come with batteries included, in wicked ways
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[Chorus]
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cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha...
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* fades in and out before end *
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Outro:
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Special
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If you didnt come to get high
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You didnt come to get high
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Yo, what'sup
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We All Rite Cha
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| Method Man & Redman |
