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 don't open, til after dark

And it ain't 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) I'm 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, party's 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 whol