Method Man
Tical 2000: Judgement Day
Big Dogs
[Method Man (Redman)]
(Call us gorillas of the myst, raunchy vocalist)
Your code name (Doc, what's yo name?) Hot Nix
Who them slick kids puffin that shit, holdin they dicks
(Yo them same two drivin your whip, fuckin your bitch)
Hold me down son (Yo, I hold you down with the pound)
You got a lot of biscuits (Hey yo but where they at now?)
Diggy down yo we resevior dogs, you puppy chow-chow
Got my mittens on the kitten, lickin it now-now
(Yo we bring the beef to you, infest it with the mad cow) Disease
(We set to load) Cock and squeeze (boo-yah!)
We too hard to hold off
(One arm slam ya like Nicoli Volkov)
When I dip dip diva (diva)
The anti-socializa (liza)
Everything be ice cream, observe the frugenglaza
(We rock ya, knock your fuckin whole team off the roster
Starting lineup, Iron Lung) And the funk doctor
Johnny blaze the ghost rider (uh)
Ghost stories by the campfire (uh)
We night breed (Vampire)
Duckin from the head rushin (uh)
Wu-Tang production (uh)
Precussions bringin reprecussions (uh)
I hold my mike sideways (bustin)
Another one bites the dust and (uh)
Cardiac arrest clutchin (uh)
Your chest suckin (uh)
Your last breath
M-R period meth
Niggas dyin from papercuts, bleedin to death
Down these mean streets Johnny quest (uh)
From ASCAP to Nasdaq get that money sack (uh)
These habitats ain't no place to raise family at
These alley cats be at war with these dirty rats
So watch your back when you come to the slum
There ain't nowhere to run from the Iron Lizza-lung
Phasers on stun, I be givin it to son
My plate spares no one
My uzi weighs a ton (Word up mejo)
[Redman (Method Man)]
Pon cocked, the don juan doc
Send crews back to the shoe shine box, connect the dots
My description, black mel, yellow the mellow
I make it hard for MCs to run neck and elbow
With D-O penal code
See Bo knows to duck when he hear the bike with the squeaky clutch
Swallow this hard act to follow
You could parachute off my slang and use my rhymes to toggle
I'm tense, so smooth I can't be fingerprinted
I stomp harder in slow motion
Yo fuck your applaud
Bitches still rush me like they rushed the store
Before the Soul Train Awards
Incorporate a law
Whoever ain't raw get they hand chopped by Jamal with the Wu sword
My crew specializin, snakin yo bitch
Robbin you while you on the floor shakin and shit
I'm doin me now I'll do you (Yo who you?) Doc
I bomb shit to the conflicts crucial, I
Be the black el nino, I mean yo
I'm supreme like the team show
What you paid your CREAM fo
(To see you sit down?) Yo, nah we get the fuck up
(And leave the one you with) Then take it from Usher
That's right, 6-double-0 with chrome pipes
U.S. marshals out to pen us up like Snipes
(Throw it in drive) Fuck takin me and Meth alive
(Hey yo you lick that-a-way) You lick out the other side
Unh, yeah yeah
| ||
| ||
|
