Method Man

[fox69]

"A Special Joint (Intro)"

"A Special Joint (Intro)"


Do you want to get high man?
I see 'em, does Pinocchio have wooden balls man?
Well yo, I got a joint I've been saving here for a special occasion

Ah, niggas, bitches, welcome.
A full tank of gas, a pound of weed, a bird called Pinky
To the east, driver to the east
Funk doctor and the phino

By the way, this is protected by the red
The track and tical with the key
Oh shit, where the keys at?

 

[fox69]

"A-Yo"
(with Redman, feat. Saukrates)

"A-Yo"
(with Redman, feat. Saukrates)



[Redman]
Check it out, yo
I be like "yiggy yes y'all", Doctor on call
I'll rock 'til my name in graffiti on the wall
Got flow like the rappers in Great George
Got weed? (I got blunt) My name Jamal
I pause, flick the ash from my L
I (Pause) like Run and Jason Mizell
The emcee is me, host for the night
Papa Doc, only thing I don't choke on the mic
I choke a bitch out if my gwap ain't correct
Then with my giant hancock, I'll get the cheque
I love trucks but drop-tops is the best
From the Beemers, Benz, now Rolex - watch me
Haha, she like "Red so cool"
Any nigga after me, it's a deja vu
Doc stay in the paint like A.I. shoes
Just watch how a one tonner made a move, dig it!

[Chorus: Saukrates]
Hop in my truck and roll up the window
A-yo, you know what you in for
Once we turn the corner, light up the endo
A-yo, a-yo, a-yo
Yes she with me getting low like a limbo
Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough
Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk
A-yo, a-yo, a-yo

[Method Man]
Who these corner store rappers slinging cracks in my hall?
Mama's in the kitchen cooking cat, rat and dog
Me, I want a little something, y'all could have it all
I tryna walk before I crawl and move this package in my draws
That's why I push the pedal to the muh'fuckin floor
With ten per cent method, only plug something poor
and still I keep it funky like four plus one more
Get this money like "In God We Trust", trust your boy
It's a given, living this life it was written
Especially for me, I'm what the recipe is missing
Blow my piff in the air, key the ignition
Then get to lane switching, plucking ashes off the clip and
Mammy wanna ride and play the Bonnie to my Clyde
If anybody try to (Kill Bill), it'll probably be the bride
Like all jokes aside, I'm serious with mine
and now I'm on this grind like Method Man in his prime

[Chorus: Saukrates]

[Redman]
Yo, I got my swagger on and I feel great
Funk Doc be in the hood like Enfamil cases
I network on MySpace real late
Hoping my album make me another Bill Gates
Around my crib, look how I live
I'm a slob but crip niggas say I get biz
Anywhere I did a show women saying that I'm
"So aaaaaa-ma-zing"

[Method Man]
Yeah, another mic, another night and the day's end
Another heist, another kite in the state pen
My state business shit, y'all dudes just break wind
New York nigga, either you're made mice or made men
I do the dirt that keep my hand on the work
I got the other hand up Mona Lisa's skirt
My aim one since day one stop
How many shots will it take to make son drop?

[Chorus: Saukrates]

[Redman - Repeat to end]
Hey!

 

[fox69]

"Act Right"

"Act Right"


"Yeah, that's right everybody get some act right"

Awww shit! Ya know the name
Who flip flows like chessboards, there go the games
I'm drugs to the brain
Even on the 14th of February I ain't got no love for Elaine
Back doin' my thang, right
Livin' the fast life
Bitch grab a seat at the bar, get you some act right
If that don't do it then rock, lets bring it back like

"Damn right everybody get some act right"

Ever since I came up, rappers done changed up
Put your walking shoes back on and step your game up
I'm getting through off the books, rock we banked up
Y'all don't think my shit off the hook, then yall can hang on
I'm like a king that's so fresh so clean
I leave niggaz like black coffee, no cream
Come inside the party fuck up the whole scene

"That's right everybody get some act right"

[Hook]
Get up get up, ya know what we came here for
What up what up, get your asses out on the floor
Come on come on, I've been away for far too long
Guess who's back and far too strong for ya niggaz (now)
We feelin' good tonight, we hittin' 'dro like
We gettin money and gettin' honeys that flow like
My mic, my clothes, my life, my dough
"Thats right everybody get some act right"

Ya damned if you do, ya damned if you don't
Step inside my Range and get blammed if you won't
My Clan in the joint, man we got it locked
Like whatever niggaz got in the bank, I got it stopped
Y'all already know of my strength already growin'
And this game many may come but few are chosen
I don't usually do this, but keep the party going like

"Damn right everybody get some act right"

I get tips from BIG and Pac when they blastin' the heat
If you's a rapper, don't ever ride the passenger seat
One to grow on
When up shit's creek, you get your roll on
Boy I never stop, I go on, so on and so on
Rappers can't fuck with me
My career's like somebody put glue in your chair and now your stuck with me
I don't use pick up lines, I guess I'm just picky

"That's right everybody get some act right"

[Hook]

Extra extra read all about it
Who shits they grounded, flies all around it
My trees don't doubt it, they green as a salad
All American Express I never leave home without it
I'll never go pop, Meth Man I'm bout it
Whenever I rock, the jam's over crowded
I'm never gonna stop, the fans won't allow it

"Damn right everybody get some act right"

Yo, get it you got it, if you got it then good
"There's a lot of rappers rappin' but not a lot of 'em could"
I'm that boy in the hood that told Red Riding Hood
There ain't nothin but wars in my neck of the woods
So! Who's ready for MC Whoa
What's beef? Beef is what I got teeth for
I eat up everything on my plate then eat yours like

"That's right everybody get some act right"

[Hook]

"Stand up! Staten Island, Lond Island get some act right
Every borough, New Jersey get some act right
Each state, west coast, east coast, dirty south, midwest get some act right
If it ain't well, it ain't right
If it ain't Meth, it ain't tight
So on that note like this, everybody get some act right"

 

[fox69]

"Afterparty"
(feat. Ghostface Killah)

"Afterparty"
(feat. Ghostface Killah)



[Intro: Method Man]
Damn... yo, yo

[Method Man]
Woke up in the morning, like ten A.M
Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin
Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, Meth, the mailman!

[Method Man]
Yo, Ghost, let him in!

[Ghostface Killah]
Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen

[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
My keys is missin', my trees is missin'
No more parties, cuz Doc need to listen

[Ghostface Killah]
Cuz something in my closet, go look (he's a pissin')
I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back

[Method Man]
Half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm
Mad strong, this is John John, pro and con phenomenon
Stretch with a morning yawn, party 'til the break of dawn
Ladies throw your faces on, sing it when the break come on

[Chorus: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
Each (meet) son (see)
Boats (suites) dough (beats)
No cat give you these, rap flow triple g's
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride

[Ghostface Killah]
Wu-Tang, the best rap group of all time
Rush little shotgun, rest around nine
Refrigerator, fish and sweets with no swine
Dirty and Meth guest room with four dimes
And U-G. had a master headache
Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, gettin' that cake
Where Divine at? Wine at
Tell a DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it wit a blind back
Dime sack, you know we blew that wit the cognac
Them bowling ball lead head niggaz, we call them pawn yacks

[Method Man]
I say my girl, like to party all the time, Ghost
Spend up my ends, every week, she always crime broke
Thank God it's friday, I just got paid
Feelin' good like I just got laid
The next drink's on me, instead of, oh God, you think O.G
White girls they comin' out, like they Pink on E
So you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardless
We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin' garbage
Is where it's crackin' at, Street is you passin' that?
Mami's is grabbin' ass, Johnny, I'm grabbin' back
You know my habitat, you know my peoples
If you wit me, where you at
There ain't nothin' compared to that, come on!

[Chorus: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
Each (meet) son (see)
Boats (suites) dough (beats)
No flows ill as these, him and Ghost, nigga please
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride

[Hook 2X: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cup, but they ain't shit there
(These cheap muthafuckas be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off with them)
Come back again, drunk off your gin
And when they try to get you for they ends, that's no friend
That's no friend, eh, eh

[Outro: Method Man]
Yeah, greedy muthafuckas, always wanna get high
But never wanna buy, first one to come to the party
Last one to leave, man, fuck all that
Aiyo, Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we come from man..

 

[fox69]

"All That I Need"

"All That I Need"


[Chorus:]

You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real witchu
Loving your whole schemes, it be in there boo
On top of that you got the good power-U

[Verse One:]

Check it out
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me
Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things that's forever, my lady
We can make war or make babies
Back when I was nuttin
You made a brother feel like he was something
That's why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin
Even when the skies were gray
You would rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay"
Now that's real to a brother like me baby
Never ever give my pussy away and keep it tight aight
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife
Just be there for me I'm a make sure we
Be livin in the fucking lap of luxury
I'm realizing that cha didn't have to fuck with me
But cha did now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse Two:]

I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone
Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
No need to shop around you got the good shit at home
Even if I'm locked up North you in the world
Rockin three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo
It be true me for you that's how it is
I can be your Noah you can be my Wiz
Then I can be your Sun, you can be my Earth
Resurrect the God through birth
Best believe

[Chorus 2X]

 

[fox69]

"America's Most"
(with Redman)

"America's Most"
(with Redman)



Yo, welcome
This is MC sharper image
I'm standing here with my dog technology
And we are here to uplift you mind
and upgrade your systems
so come on down everyone that wants to get some
plug in and boot, and boot

[Method Man]
Yo, Yo, I couldn't give a rat's ass
I've come to eat grub and slap ass
And show my whole entire black ass
Y'all know the saying he who laughs last laughs loudest
Bang the loudest, can't a coward do a thing 'bout it
What the bum-ba claat like "aye carumba"
Here's my name and number, lets "La Rhumba"
Doc, it makes me wonder; how many heads has Heather Hunter's
How many different conclusions to come to
And my sixteen bars meth, hittin' too hard
With a total disregard for whole entourage
Rap phenom, slap your ass, snap your thong to my theme song
And hope you don't get clap upon
Who that kid, as dirty as that Ol' Dirty Bastard
Who that kid, who pack a tool belt and dirty belt and dirty ratchet
Set your tape recorder, lock down your daughter
Soon as a touch the rap game, out of order

[Redman]
Do I get brollic
Gimme that car ill show you how to flip mileage
Gimme that mic, ill short it with a quick wattage
Skip college for the big wallet
The ape with a fire escape from the weight of a hit product
My draft is cold like miller beer
When you hear it, you see more stars than tigger's cheer
The red nigga here, and its out of control
Something like when Ron Gold' went out with Nicole
I'll bring it back to the streets where the crooks belong
And if it ain't come back raw, you cooked it wrong
Gangsta bomb, hold your nose
At the show, ill be shittin' out my mouth like my colon closed
Me and meth, 100 proof, in case y'all a biter
And ovaries, feel these great ball of fire
(Doc, where the lighter) I'm hemming them up
Coffee grind them and put them in a vanilla dutch

[Hook: with America's' most after the end of each line]
Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that
Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that
Beback , that what it all about now ,be that
We not playin' (knowwhatinsayn' sonsayin)
Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that
Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that
Beback , that what it all about now ,be that
Fuck with the meth(knowwhatinsayn' sonsayin)

[Method Man]
I'm looking at you killers like you stole something, fuck ya life
Trust my niggaz, sometimes for I trust my wife
Fuck it, I'm nice, y'all don't be rushing the mic
With your guns in your left hand
Not bustin' it right
Ain't no I in the team
Ain't no eyen' my cream
I'm a semi-auto, clean
Rapid-fire machine
Cocky, six foot three with knock knees
Attract hoodrats for blocks cause I got cheese

[Redman]
yo, dude I carry cheese, but I don't flaunt it
when the towel it thrown it, you know there's grown men that spoke on it
We both want it, the Trackmasters
Puncturing holes in the beat when a vocal tone poke on it
Barbaric, my caddie truck beyond average
with the same size wheels that on a horse carriage
up in the air , spot my dudes
Rollin' over shit like B. Rhymes on mountain dew

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"And Justice For All"

"And Justice For All"


[Chorus (x2)]
Fuck yall analog niggas we be digital
wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
we never fall
we stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all
[Killa Sin]
We move on M.C.'s mechanically
strike nerve like Ghost Vs. a canopy
hard to touch ratarded fucks playing wit they fantasies
respect this
specialist
black
testing this will get ya necklace jacked
and named scratched up off my guestlist party freak
you the type of nigga that'll hardly speak
unless you spoken to
we throw a cold screw
and sober up when im approaching you
at the same time we posting two
niggas on tha ass-fist gonna do what they supposed to do
the limelight
snatched away from you because its my night
killarm blaze inside of the twilight
you better get ya lines right
half of thease crabs cant even rhyme right
which dart slows wit body movement and blurry eyesight
what you want I already got
and after I controll I keep head high, head pon-cocked
and pockets rollin'
you foldin'
you fagot ass fuck
[Dom Pachino]
yo farotion never fails
shoot at darts sharper than a carpenters nail
inhale life
exhale strive anxiety's trife
blowin' smoke out my peice pipe
ducking the snipe
shot off the top of the White House and cop 4'S
war never does and many causes
my offense is my defense extreme precautious
moving cyphers high valocities making you nautious
ya forcing it
parishly extortionists
aborting this
space ship thats spacious face it
im on contain shit
pioneer looking for honey and is it matrix
the case is
if not ya basic
way to make shit
embrace it
knowing some day you'll have to face it
[Chorus]
Fuck yall analog niggas we be digital
wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
we never fall
we stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all
(so fuck yall, so fuck yall niggas)
[Bobby Digital]
yo, yo hard to grapple
I raise the sharp scaple
technique slaps you invasion body snatch you money grip
I smoke the honey dip
blunts cherry bomb
very calm
first bursts like a shot from the Berry homes
you'd be most wise to pay close attention
to willy lynchin'
its stupid to fuck wit' Bobby Steel's henchmen
I step into presidential
credentials, evident my potential
be infinate, deluxe benetic sluts invinsible
only ones can know me
swore me before the Dolby
Alexis Colby broads try to control me
pussy whip me like Toby
fuck the local
I move global
economical
ship sea promise fool
my info glow
and the dark Wu-Tang logo
sparks the attention, look listen observe
killa bee swerv
slam like Dr. Julias Erv
still strike the vital nerve
charter through the Magna Carta
trapped like Otis and Carter
wild like the Shaolin style or Manos Harbor
king devine forced to shine
head burst open like a bottle of Pine
use penmenship
when I write my script
blunt spark em' and them mark em' homeless
Killa Hill syndrome
peace to Two Tone
he must know me to understand me from what you do
to realize Im you
everything I do honey bee from the bee hive
Ever-green squeeze dried leaf smoke Killa Priest from the tribe
of Levi smoke out and not steal
or blunt spill
the indestructable Bobby Steel's is here
[Method Man]
Yo In The Heat of The Night
my 4-7-7 mash on the mic
Killarmy and Trappa John M.D.
full metal jackets
cuz' some gots to have it
kill or be killed
only time will reveal
I think by myself
and I drink by myself
from 9-8 until
let me know its real son if its really real
understandable
self explainable
caution John Blaze flamable
when under pressure, interchangable and still
coming down like precipitation as I reign undesputed
how Johnny do it
dangerously, whoppin cough (cough, cough)
two and off
stank pussy make my dick soft (huh)
bottom line be this high, explosive
not for the average Joseph
come and get some
hol' it, keep one
up in the chamber
blast wit' my middle finger
now I toss men
attack like the Four Horsemen
see me dog walkin'
strickly getty-o slang talkin'
all up in thease guts, soften
thease rap niggas, official
we slap niggas
wit' mak' charges
dope shit regardless
we usually take another niggas garments (what)
[Killarmy]
Straight up and down I got this rap shit locked in '98
niggas cant escape the laws that I enforce like top notch politicians
who be pola-tickin'
slam through expand total construction accross the planet and micro chip software
placed in the rear of ya ear
as I sit the next year
all yall analong niggas fuck yall we be digital
shit is critical
like the hallways in my projects
similar to the streets in Tibet
fuck that I aint playin' wit' a full deck (son, son, son, son)

 

[fox69]

"And You Don't Stop"

"And You Don't Stop"


[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
Def Jam, knowumsayin'?
Niggas like Method Man, Redman
Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'?
Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'?
I don't need no introductions, Cat
Whuuuuut

I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts
I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought
I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head
I feel assurin' durin', also glad
Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won
Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun
I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss
You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course
Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet
If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it
Yes it is me, a total fresh MC
Yo, I'm born to be, MC history
Rhyming on time because that's the deal
You're only as fresh as your ass feel
Other MC's, you are bound to fall
Cuz your real world is not a world at all

[1 - Street]
Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster
Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher
Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin'
Techique too deadly
Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long
Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout
Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again
When yu catch the second wind, I'll break you in

[Masta Killa]
Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow
One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement
Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke
Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork
He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a scene
These cats over here got glock holdin' him down
These niggas scheming, I'm seeing everything
Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin' my
Agent high told best friend of the wine

[Method Man]
Still drunk offa cheap wine
Holdin' front lines, niggas wanna front, fine
Fuck wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine
Swine nigga's come as hard as a pork rind
Can you dig it? Only five percent live it
While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it
Now fuck around

[Repeat 1]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Down wit the All In Together Now Crew
The GZA, the RZA, me of course too
The thing I'm analyzing is strickly Hip Hop
That's what's made, well made is on my workshop
You was unable plus earn advance
Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance
They're sayin' of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost
Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost
Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype
Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics
I became a wrecker through my amplifier
Break it down base, treble through my dancer
That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic music
It's not classic, arabic, or basic
It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly
If not don't you pick me and forget me

[Repeat 1]

 

[fox69]

"Another Winter"
(feat. Hanz On, Streetlife, Carlton Fisk)

"Another Winter"
(feat. Hanz On, Streetlife, Carlton Fisk)



Quick to pop off let a couple shots off leave ‘em bleeding out with his shoes & his socks off

[Verse 1 – Streetlife:]
War dancing. I ain’t trying to make it rain though.
You slow gassing. I’ll leave you brain on your Durango,
first classmen, old school with the Kangol,
thug passion, that pussy juice like a mango,
hulk smashing, make it jump like everlasting,
god body Ramadan, 30 day fasting.
Six two brown skin fellow with the Caesar fade.
360 waves, side burns with a little graze.
I remain relevant; I’m a raw element,
high street intelligent. Product of my tenement.
Son of Anarchy, smoking that Bob Marley. La la la be killing these niggas slowly.
Wake up, smell the coffee, sleep on the street is costly.
Pay attention to the warning signs, don’t cross me.
Give ‘em hypertention. That niggas is getting salty,
I’m quick to pop off back the fuck up off me.

[Chorus - Carlton Fisk:]
Carlton Fisk banana clip silver back gorilla Mr. Streetlife show you what that heat like

[Chorus - Hanz On:]
Hanz on yo we handle them Berettas PLO yo its forever, bout to show em what it be’s like

[Chorus - Method Man:]
Method man, turn a dollar to a million,
killa bees we in the building,
making sure the children eat right eat right.
In the building make sure the babies eat right.

[Chorus - Hanz On:]
In the building make sure the babies eat right.

[Verse 2 - Carlton Fisk:]
Black scenery white chalk yellow tape
Carlo got a bullet proof wallet, bitch in every state,
light that smoke that animals ferocious.
Dealing with the boss mentality really focus
tailor made linen & loafers, louie emblems.
Problems on the street my lieutenant quickly attending them.
Carlito ways, brown bag money,
in the book of life you can’t get stuck to one page.
All in together now, chinchilla bullet proof hoodies for any sign of winter war weather
and daddy gonna get that cash so clever
and Meth push the button my hands all on the trigger
and they thought I rot in jail, like go figure,
if I laid down dead in the street you going too nigga,
and this is raw kicking out your door start to scream out loud
Carlton Fisk back for more.

[Chorus - Carlton Fisk:]
Carlton Fisk banana clip silver back gorilla Mr. Streetlife show you what that heat like

[Chorus - Hanz On:]
Hanz on yo we handle them Berettas PLO yo its forever, bout to show em what it be’s like

[Chorus - Method Man:]
Method man, turn a dollar to a million,
killa bees we in the building,
making sure the children eat right eat right.

[Chorus - Hanz On:]
In the building make sure the babies eat right.

[Verse 3 - Method Man:]
Now whoever read me wrong, can start by reading my palm,
make me catch a flashback of my father beating my mom.
Kiss the ring, (hashtag) ain’t easy being a don
so I gotta carry the heat, ain't easy being LeBron.
This is past rap, but I ain’t pass the baton,
tell them rappers bypass it or get to passing it on.
I won’t take it passed that, even if I pass it I’m gone.
Better yet, scratch that, ya’ll don’t get a pass then it’s on.
We Hanz On, everybody watchin the Don.
Got their eyes on the kid when they should be watchin their own.
Telling lies on the kid, they said he’s not in a zone.
Said he never reach the top, but that ain’t stop him from going.
They already on, so hungry his ribs are showin,
The money is getting low, the bum niggas is on
55 Bowen.
These hungry adolescents is grown.
When they get the Smith & Wesson they adolescence is gone.

[Chorus - Carlton Fisk:]
Carlton Fisk banana clip silver back gorilla Mr. Streetlife show you what that heat like

[Chorus - Hanz On:]
Hanz on yo we handle them Berettas PLO yo its forever, bout to show em what it be’s like

[Chorus - Method Man:]
Method man, turn a dollar to a million,
killa bees we in the building,
making sure the children eat right eat right.
In the building make sure the babies eat right.

[Chorus - Hanz On:]
In the building make sure the babies eat right.

 

[fox69]

"Baby Come On"
(feat. Kardinal Offishall)

"Baby Come On"
(feat. Kardinal Offishall)



[Intro: Method Man]
Uh.. that's right, oh yeah
Back with some nasty shit, right there
Nasty, nasty, girl, nasty girl, baby come on
Think you a nasty girl, yea
[Method Man]
Pretty young thing like to bone
And she hate to spend her nights alone, baby doll you in the zone
Why not call me on the phone, and invite me home
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
Know what I mean, take a real queen to fuck with me
Trustin' me, and give it up for free
Next time, feel free to hit me up, anything you wanna puff a tree
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
We'll shake me up, stop stallin', what you waitin' for?
You know we both ain't got no place to go
So roll it up, and lay low
Everytime I say, yes, baby, you say no
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
Now-now, now-now-now, you don't have to stay
It's ok, there's the dough, you can walk away, why make we wait
Til tomorrow, when you can break me off today
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
[Chorus: Kardinal Offishall]
Yeah! Gal dem we love, and gal we need
She crush up me things and light me weed
We see dem shotgun, and watch me speed
Me need a pringy one or pon we need it
Gal dem we *ugh*, and gal we screw
When we need the girl, up one night po' half me crew
And lick on my collection, and what to do
Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh!
[Method Man]
I won't lie, I love P-U-S-S-Y, (why?)
Cuz I never let it walk on by, or any slice of the american pie
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
Girlfriend, you know it's half past two A.M
You got a friend, but you ain't really trynna fuck with him
Aight, then, hit up Batty, I'll gladly come and tuck you in
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
Scream at your frog, all's fair, love & basketball
She remind me of this chick that used to fuck with Dirty Bastard, ya'll
Heard that she could suck a ball through a plastic straw
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
Know what I'm sayin', kid, she get it poppin' off and half the time
A little, candlelight, a little glass of wine
I'm thinkin', another drink and that ass is mine
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
If you girl come knockin' at my door, it's my duty
To give her what she came here for
I'm try'nna knock it down, but I ain't try'nna claim that dough
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
That's what's up, start the fire, Buddha, light things up
The only nigga puttin' ends on some rims for his ice cream truck
Pick a flavor, I'll come and scoop your whole team up
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
That's how it be, don't trip, but girl you put a hurtin' on me
Oh shit, hope other chicks don't take it personally
But ma, you killin' her, murder in the first degree
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
Okay, okay, can the ladies come out and play with Mr. Meth
I ain't trynna take you out your way
Why break me off tomorrow, when you can break me off today
Come on, now...
[Chorus]
[Outro: Method Man]
Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Big up to, super producer, Fafu, one love to Kardinal Offishall
And the whole T-Dot, oh!