Lyrics

[Intro] (Meth Tical...) Fat dub sack! Remix of "Method Man" for ya one time (Yeah, yeah, yeah...) Yeahh! [Chorus] M-E-T, H-O-D – Man! M-E-T, H-O-D – Man! M-E-T, H-O-D – Man! M-E-T, H-O-D – Man! [Verse 1] Hey you get off my cloud See me get raw with my southpaw style Mover, puffin' on a fat blunt from Cuba It's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the Buddha – Monk On the hunt for Machine Gun Funk I gets you open like a slug from the shotgun pump Double-barrel – yeah, Meth bring it to 'em proper Partna, you ain't got no wins in mi casa Straight up, you movin' too fast, so baby, wait up Took one, added seven more now you're eight up Get on down wit' ya bad self – get on down! Listen to thе sound, come on Few can evеr get this ultimate legit See you all up in my ass, but you don't know shit, uh-huh What's your definition of a real emcee? Someone true and dedicated? Hey, it must be me! Meth-Tical – a rude descendant of the Loud Hip-Hop I goes on to the break of dawn, and just don't stop Give me the green light, and the sign–one way Have you had your meth today? Huh [Bridge] Move it in, move it out Stick it in, pull it out Shake it up, shake it down Come on down, Meth Tical Oh, I hope and pray, that I will But today, I am still – just a... [Chorus] M-E-T, H-O-D – Man! M-E-T, H-O-D – Man! M-E-T, H-O-D – Man! M-E-T, H-O-D – Man! [Verse 2] Ohh, rappers can't get with the style, extra wicked Rap flow is bangin' like butter on a biscuit A tisket (a tasket) – I'm not tryin' to have it Might show up, stun 'em and run 'em when they raggin' Those who test it, respect it, the Method You know I can't be messed with, I'm hectic – accept it I break it down, I get down for my crown Filthy, dirty like a worm underground Tryin' to avoid the early bird, that's my word Before I kick the bucket, I'm a kick 'em to the curb Check out the cloud–smoked out from the mouth Other brothers got mad fly, flew south for the (winter) Hey, enter the square if you dare Without a flaw, I'm so raw that I'm rare I'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair To see the señorita, with flowers in her hair And get mine, 'cause she love me long time (Bartender, bring more wine!) Get in line for the... [Chorus] M-E-T, H-O-D – Man! M-E-T, H-O-D – Man! M-E-T, H-O-D – Man! Here I am, here I am – the Method Man [Outro] Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm, it ain't safe no more P.L.O. Style, 1993 to '94 – the rugged raw