[Intro: sample]
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Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal
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Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal (well speak your mind then)
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Ok, I will, no one has the right to tell me what I can do with my own body
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What I can eat, drink or smoke, this is a free country
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And no one can take away my constitutional rights
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Hey man, can you put me on and I can say anything I want
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Is that what I need to do? (Yea)
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Then why isin't alcohol made illegal? Why isin't that
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While you drinking it, it hang on and disposes your liver
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Besides that, it's a habitat for alcohol
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Besides that, cigarettes are much worse than pot
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No one ever got killed by pot (you tell 'em, you tell 'em)
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God damn it, man, everything, you can get us anything you want
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(Anything you want, marijuana legal
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Make marijuana legal, what's so bad anyway
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What's so bad about feeling good?
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There's nothing wrong with blowing crack, yea!)
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[Method Man]
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Yo, stop, look & listen, guess who coming up?
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And y'all was dumb enough to think that Method's number's up
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Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry fucks
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Can sum it up, I give my money up, spit at a honey
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Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with us
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If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, y'all know what up
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See we them niggaz, ain't no hoe in us, the flow is nuts
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I'm off the meter, momma wished that I was off the reefer
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But, for now, I got this game up in the cobra clutch
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Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut
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Nigga, trust, I got that Killa up
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What y'all ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
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When half ya niggaz posing similar, yea
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Ladies and gents, I think this game need a enema, yea
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It's "common sense", I Used 2 Love H.E.R., now they pimpin' her, yeah
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But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you tripping
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Like somebody tied together your shoestring, now listen
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I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad karma
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Y'all niggaz is throwing rocks with glass armor
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Fuck the court system, pleading the fifth
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And if Def Jam is deaf, start reading my lips
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I'm cocky, possibly I got my reasons and shit
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They ain't built a man that can stop me from feeding my kids
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[Chorus: Method Man]
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And if you don't know where I'm coming from, never know where I be in
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Most likely, where ya start at'll be the place where you eating
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And anybody hating on him, hating on them
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That's right, anybody hating on him, hating on them, motherfuckers
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[Outro: Method Man]
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How could you ever say that I'm washed up
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When I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
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4:21... The Day After
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Intro (4:21... The Day After)
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| Method Man |
