Sangtekst: Method Man. Blackout! (with Redman). Cheka.
Bricki-di-roaw
Steppin' out the crowd throwin' bolo's
Flicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44's
Loadin' it up, packin' it back, ready to splash for real
Spit flows out the gail, God tried to bail
It's hectic, 45-6 gimme ya grips
That's more dollars in them thongs in them go-go chicks
Bitch I'm drunk, pumpin' slugs out of canon
Shot ya after-party down with Meth and Red in
Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, NO JOKE
And when I hit the pussy call me Daddy Long Strope
Oh Ana, I'm hittin' pigeons out in Atlanta
Banana--Split, HOT TWO SPIT! OOH SHIT
Spickin' ya rippin' ya for all ya funds
I wet ya like a 141 watergunz
Cocky like Rocky, got ya scared to death
So hold on ya bitches, 'cause here come RED-METH
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a
Rememba this?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba this?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Okay the 'hey hey' baby, me and Doc about to blow
My Saturday night's so special and they pointin' at yo nose
Aiyyo, save the speculations and the rumours
Comin' sooner then you think I knock a phat bitch outta blumors
Givin' tumors, hardcore, givin' it to 'em raw
Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I jabberjaw
One-two, no ending or beginning to my cypher
I'm winning, tell the news like Peter jennings
Depending on any givin' day I'm representin'
The struggle, my great grand who lived thru the lynchin'
Oh yes ya'll, if you got the weed, who got the blunts?
Take a guess ya'll, Kool-Aid bustin' thru the wall
Mr.Meth ya'll, HAH-CHU! Comment allez-vous
I used to hawk chickens, now I'm maxin' with Badu
I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton
I'm swingin' a track from Staten, 'cause that is where I'm from
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a
Rememba this?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba this?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a
Rememba this?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba this?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Steppin' out the crowd throwin' bolo's
Flicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44's
Loadin' it up, packin' it back, ready to splash for real
Spit flows out the gail, God tried to bail
It's hectic, 45-6 gimme ya grips
That's more dollars in them thongs in them go-go chicks
Bitch I'm drunk, pumpin' slugs out of canon
Shot ya after-party down with Meth and Red in
Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, NO JOKE
And when I hit the pussy call me Daddy Long Strope
Oh Ana, I'm hittin' pigeons out in Atlanta
Banana--Split, HOT TWO SPIT! OOH SHIT
Spickin' ya rippin' ya for all ya funds
I wet ya like a 141 watergunz
Cocky like Rocky, got ya scared to death
So hold on ya bitches, 'cause here come RED-METH
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a
Rememba this?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba this?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Okay the 'hey hey' baby, me and Doc about to blow
My Saturday night's so special and they pointin' at yo nose
Aiyyo, save the speculations and the rumours
Comin' sooner then you think I knock a phat bitch outta blumors
Givin' tumors, hardcore, givin' it to 'em raw
Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I jabberjaw
One-two, no ending or beginning to my cypher
I'm winning, tell the news like Peter jennings
Depending on any givin' day I'm representin'
The struggle, my great grand who lived thru the lynchin'
Oh yes ya'll, if you got the weed, who got the blunts?
Take a guess ya'll, Kool-Aid bustin' thru the wall
Mr.Meth ya'll, HAH-CHU! Comment allez-vous
I used to hawk chickens, now I'm maxin' with Badu
I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton
I'm swingin' a track from Staten, 'cause that is where I'm from
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a
Rememba this?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba this?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a
Rememba this?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba this?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths?
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