Lyrics

[Verse 1: Method Man] Oh, yeah, comin' through with my Shaolin crew 2 Cent for a Kase, gimme St. Ides brew In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans Meth Tical's in the jam, oh, how dry I am! [Verse 2: Raekwon] With St. Ides in my system Crack another, I'm blessed, let's go get the next one And get over, the object is to stay sober Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Call me the Wallabee Champ Stressed out — could never be, son Ricochet daily, hit the deli for a cold one Naturally blessed, yes! My rap is like a laser beam That blows in the bushes, St. Ides fill the canteen [Verse 4: U-God] Crack the bottle of the St. Ides Sippin' to those who don't realize That drinkin' ain't only to be drunk You can't drive, keep my peoples alive And if the Saint don't know you from a can of paint [Verse 5: RZA] It was hot on the spot, so I jetted up the block I saw Akh with St. Ides, I could tell by the dot On the back he be buildin', not that charcoal filtered Ice cold bottle tilted, to my cup he spilled it Ahh! St. Ides.. St. Ides...