Lyrics

[Intro: Redman] RZA came and got me, this what I came to do! [Verse 1: Redman] I'ma ring the bell, so it's time to eat Brick Dog stash weed in the AMI-seats Bomb inside the palm Doc rock a wife-beater, with me beatin' my wife ass ironed on The front, my pump built like the Klumps To carry it, I take the spare out the trunk I stay hungry, I ain't worked for days That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise "Blast!" Don't panic Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rap game single-handed? Hell nah! I won't tell you, son If I find a wack idea, I'll sell you one! Doc and Hot Nick, Inspectah, my lecture's Like Hannibal Lector's, where's the ketchup? Don't speak on it, shut ya trap I see ya whole crew yellow like mustard packs Ah-woooo! Doc in my own zone You say you got the rap game sewn? But it's sewn wrong I ride through your hood in a Mr. Softee truck Then pull a MAC out a box of snow cones [Break: Redman] "Yeah (Yeah), ya little fucks! Give me your fuckin' money!" [*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*] It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby (Uh-huh, check it...) [Verse 2: Method Man] I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on Playing with a dynamite stick, where did I go wrong? Somebody pull the fire alarm when Johnny storm If you're lukewarm, leavin' your clothes and boots torn Pro's and con's, mega-bomb's and so-on's For Arrid Extra-Dry MCs to get their roll on First issue, got issues, what is hip-hop to Hot Nickles? It's like Funk Doc to snot tissues, word Look at my hand and get the third Finger out ya earhole like: "Fuck what you heard!" Now that's what I call hardcore, let's act fool Mr. Fix-It like Handyman, I pack tool I been shitty, I'm from the bowels of the city (New York!) And just because my outfit match, don't make me pretty Baggy dungarees, dick need room to breathe In a room full of crackers, I might cut the cheese Ain't no rules to the game, if there is, we ain't playin' In your business like EPMD, "So What Cha Sayin'" You co-signin' that bullshit yo man tryin'? Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat!! Slugs flyin'... [*Shout-outs from Raekwon, Ghostface and Inspectah Deck*] It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Yo, yao... check, the Kodak pose, from magazines to the big screen Four wheel machines make your wiz scream, kids fiend! From the urban to suburban Roll upon me thirstin', like: "Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant" We roll longer than dice in a casino Cee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double zero Behind the tinted windows, I lie low On some hydro, tryna slide from the 5-0 But now, get wild, similar to Ol' Dirty A third time felon, just hit with over 30 Noteworthy style have 'em 'so thirsty First degree heats are quittin' on me Cold turkey, no mercy I bring the pain of a hundred migraines For the thousands shoutin' my name, that's why I came But first bring the cash purse, then the outburst My surround sound pound your ear like Jevon Kearse I flex muscle, outside I find a next hustle Trouble with your hearin'? Face the TEC muzzle Even the best buckle when I take it to the extreme It gets ugly, but it's what a nigga do to get cream This life! [*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*] It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby