Do you want to get high man? I see em. Does Pinochio have wooden balls man? Well yo, I got a joint I've been saving here for a special occasion Ahh, niggas
[Redman] Def Squad Wu Tang *laugh* (check it check it out) Verse 1: Method Man [Redman in brackets] [Yo yo Method Man yo yo Iron Lungs] [Call us
had the most beautiful tattoos on the top sides of both of her hands she was forty three years old and as far as I know had never yet been with a man
ah aowww!!! [Verse One: Method Man] Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture closin down the sectar supreme neck protector Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha
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
i hit the floor then Got up and woke up wit a burn in the morning [Method Man] Aiyyo we mo phat then down south trash And you know dat With fomat blow
it hot Come on Let's make it hot Come on, let's make it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold) Come on, come on [Verse 1: Method Man] [Verse 1: (method man)] with
Lebanon Blow canals of Panama, just off stamina Styles not to be fucked with, or played with Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those section A bitches Hittin' switches, twistin' wigs with
fear a fight Microphones get took you shook wear a blight You don't got no wins in Mi Casa And it's your stopper Meth ti cal man and funk docta You
Redman] Yo man glorious This is protected (?) [Method Man] And Tical [Redman] Slap it down [Method Man] Way out of bound [Redman] Roll in a towel [Method
Persian M to the E to the F, spell curtain Get out your car sucker This ain't yours Robbed you with a gun that filled with paint balls And brauds got the nerve to act funny You a champagne ho, with
lineup, Iron Lung, the funk docta Don't fuck with the big dogs, don't fuck with the big dogs Don't fuck with the big dogs, don't fuck with the big dogs
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
Yo yo yo yo, we, Push Weight with Ice Cube's in a cup Amerikkka's Most Wanted, police pin it up, [Incomprehensible] Thug passion brotha what, bloatin'
You don't want to fuck with us, you don't Method Man We just ice Men of mice, ain't nothing nice Redman Fuck your life Method Man Your tight, just
with juvenile eighth graders Hit the high school and 187 Caesar When I bust, y'all need to back fo' acres Doc y'all and that's my man Jabberjaw The