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    Method Man & Redman

    Well All Rite Cha

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    Додана 20 лютого 2008 користувачем AND1

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    (feat. Redman)
    [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)
    Now these doors dont open, til after dark
    And it aint til 12 til the party really starts
    (Yo, me and my crew had to be in by ten
    Right before the fun was about to begin)
    Yo yo, one 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 niggaz
    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*
    [Redman]
    Yo, yo! Yo son excuse me?
    (Yo) Im 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 ten on three
    (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..
    [Method Man]
    Air it out
    Iron Lung I be the street soldier, ante up
    Pull them panties up, partys over, in the cut
    slappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck
    like them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck!
    Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller
    of the universe, stole-a, colder than cola
    Caps grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat
    keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather
    [Redman]
    Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye
    Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I.
    Aiyyo hoe! Doc be keepin a dope show like Marilyn
    Manson the handgun be stashed in the panelling
    Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget
    Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic
    (Dont nobody move) Dont nobody start flinchin
    Limo driver, roll up the fuckin partition!
    [M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
    Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah
    [R] 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
    [R] Is Funk Doc up in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
    [M] Hot Nix up in the house? (well all rite cha)
    [R] Bricks to Stat hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
    [M] Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha)
    [Redman]
    Yo Ticals and Doc, did it before, Ill do it again
    Snatch spark to the ignition, Im screwin it in
    (Aiyyo we out!) Six drop in ten seconds, what?
    Ill be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception
    B-Boys gather around and act p-noid
    Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
    (Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah Conn
    for the barrel bonds (Am I on?) Tical, youre on
    Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on
    Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on
    [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 eyeball, keep your distance, warning yall you dont listen
    Bitchin over shit you aint 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, cant hold his liquor
    Speed like a millipede (Hot Nix-on)
    Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves
    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
    [M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
    Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah
    [R] 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
    [R] Is Funk Diggy in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
    [M] Meth Diggy no doubt! (well all rite cha)
    [R] Bricks to Stat hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
    [M] Mad dick up in your mouth (all nite cha)
    cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha...
    [fades in and out before end]
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