Afterparty

Lyrics

[Intro: Method Man] [*Yawning*] Damn! [Verse 1: Method Man, Ghostface Killah & Both] Yo, yo Woke up in the morning, like 10 A.M Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin Yo, Meth, the mailman! Yo, Ghost, let him in! Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface (Yeah) Package for a friend, here (Uh) Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen Gucci flip flops, I bops my way to the kitchen My keys is missin', my trees is missin' No more parties, 'cause Doc need to listen Heard something in my closet, go, look! He's a pissin'! I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back Yo, yo, half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm That's wrong, this is John John, pro and con phenomenon Stretch with a morning yawn, party 'til the break of dawn Ladies throw your faces on, sing it when the break come on [Chorus: Method Man, Ghostface Killah & Both] Ichi, ni, san, shi Boats, suites, dough, beats No cat give you these, rap flow triple g's Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah & Method Man] Wu-Tang ('Ide, 'ide), the best rap group of all time (Yeah) Rush little shotgun, rest around nine (Uh) 'Frigerator, fish and sweets with no swine Dirty and Meth guest room with four dimes And U-G. had a Masta headache Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, gettin' that cake Where Divine at? Wine at Tell the DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it with a blind back Dime sack (Uh), you know we (Uh) blew that with the cognac (Uh) Them bowling ball lead head niggas, we call them pawn yacks [Verse 3: Method Man] I say my girl like to party all the time, Ghost Spend up my ends, every week, she always cryin', broke Thank God it's Friday, I just got paid Feelin' good like I just got laid The next drink's on me, instead of "oh God", you think "O.G" White girls, they comin' out, like they Pink on E So you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardless We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin' garbage This where it's crackin' at, Street is you passin' that? Mamis is grabbin' asses, Johnny, I'm grabbin' back You know my habitat, you know my peoples If you with me, where you at? There ain't nothin' compared to that, come on! [Chorus: Method Man & Ghostface Killah] Ichi, ni, san, shi Boats, suites, dough, beats No flow ill as these, any coast, nigga please Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride [Bridge: Method Man, Ghostface Killah & Both] Yo, I got me some Seagram's gin ('Ide, 'ide) Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in These cheap motherfuckers be grown ass men Tight motherfuckers finish your shit then they bounce off with them Come back again, drunk off your gin And when they try to get you for your ends, that's no friend, eh-eh That's no friend, eh-eh Yeah I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in These cheap motherfuckers be grown ass men Tight motherfuckers finish your shit then they bounce off with them Come back again, drunk off your gin And when they try to get you for your ends, that's no friend, eh-eh That's no friend, eh-eh [Outro: Method Man] Yeah Greedy motherfuckers, man, I swear, I can't stand y'all motherfuckers Always wanna get high but never wanna buy First one to come to the party, last one to leave, man, fuck all that Ayo, check this out Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we come from, man