Well All Rite Cha

Lyrics

[Intro: 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) [Verse 1: Method Man] Now these doors don't open, 'til after dark And it ain't 'til 12 that the party really starts (Yo, me and my crew had to be in by 10 Right before the fun was about to begin) Yo yo, once 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 niggas 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*} [Verse 2: 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' 10 on 3 (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... [Verse 3: 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 off a nigga's shoulder, bringin' ruck' Like them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck! Duke or sober, swallow Ebola, soul controller Of the universe, stole-a, colder than polar Caps; grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat' Keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather [Verse 4: Redman] Gats, right hook, uppercut, swollen how I left your eye Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I.  Aiyyo, ho! Doc be keepin a dope show like Marilyn Manson, the handgun be stashed in the paneling Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget Diggin' in that whole plate and – piss on your picnic (Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start flinchin' Limo driver, roll up the fuckin' partition! [Hook: Method Man & Redman] Who them niggas that be rollin' them Thai, high as a kite? Gettin' pussy all nite (Well all rite cha) yeah, yeah Well, who them cats you can call on when you wanna brawl? (Get drunk as hell) and so on (Well all rite cha) yo, yo Is Funk Doc up in the house? (Well all rite cha) yo, yo Hot Nix up in the house? (Well all rite cha) Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo, yo Mad dick up in your mouth (Hah, all night cha) [Verse 5: Redman] Yo, Tical's and Doc, did it before, I'll do it again Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm screwin' it in (Aiyyo, we out!) Six drop in 10 seconds, what? I'll be the first one on the floor at your wedding reception B-Boys gather around and act P-noid Bring the Trouble T-Roy, 'til your earlobes keloid (Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah Conn' For the barrel bonds (Am I on?) Tical, you're on! Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on [Verse 6: Method Man] Got these Slim Pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a MAC To make your back stiffen; flip the script, I act different The oddball, keep your distance, warning y'all, you don't listen Bitchin' over shit you ain't gettin' So finally, puttin' in work, the big hurt MC, 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 bad habit, can't hold his liquor Speed like a millipede (Hot Nix-on) Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leafs Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (Ha!) Showin' you the pain I feel from holdin' these Black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays They come with batteries included, in wicked ways [Hook: Method Man & Redman] Who them niggas that be rollin' them Thai, high as a kite? Gettin' pussy all nite (Well all rite cha) yeah, yeah Well, who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl? (Get drunk as hell) and so on (Well all rite cha) yo, yo Is Funk Diggy in the house? (Well all rite cha) yo, yo Meth Diggy, no doubt! (Well all rite cha) Bricks to Stat' hold it down (Well all rite cha) yo, yo Mad dick up in your mouth (All nite cha) Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha... S.I.N.Y., 10304 {*fades in and out before end*}