Method Man - Lyrical 44 (feat. Redman) Lyrics
(featuring Redman & Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley)[Redman] Selecta come!!!!![Marley] Play this song on your *****in radio, play this song on your *****in radio[Verse 1: Method Man]Oh no, another flow lyrica forty fo'If it gets deep, jump in feet first then hold yo' noseI'm a beast when you step on my toe you hear my whistleCheckin 'em hoe, you see my pistol lettin it goI couldn't wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya wrongTime to party, Meth, Stephen Marley and Jr. GongSo selecta, come with it, awww shit itNow y'all done did it, supper ready y'all come get itNow who 'gon stop me block me pop lock me knock meJamaica posse most high Haile SelassieAllah willin, another sound boy killinI'm hot ***** I don't catch cold or catch feelingsThe truth be the ghetto youthAnd Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man take care of his famThat's what y'all better doExamine our skin we plannin to winWorldwide tell the people we be jammin again[Verse 2: Redman]Make way for Reggie HammondI, dig 'em out then tie 'em up for randsomeI, shoot at your feet make you start dancinI'm pissin on your picnics where ya campinDoctor got the ziplock from ZiggyWhen the zig zag roll I'll rip your zip codeGot *****es *****ed up off the hypnoI tip toe, then wait till they bend over(There I go) Aiyyo moneyI got a mo ped in Jamaica sittin on twenties(Blaow!) Look out, guns in the air(Blaow!) Selecta guns in the airNo Belvedere it's Tiger Bone to get it crackinAiyyo dread right or wrongI'm a sinner, winner of the underground swimmersEat dinner, in front of Bob Marley pin up[Chorus: Redman]I don't care about your blinb bling blingOver here we let them things ringBLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! give it to meBLAOW!!! Shoot it up BLAOW!!! give it upI don't care about your blinb bling blingOver here we let them things ringBLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! One timeBLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! give it up[Verse 3: Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley]I neva wonda why so much ganja reach yaAnd dem a wonda how so much conquer featureBlunt dem so big a must fi bun it Bob and PeterTeach it like a teacher preach it like a preacherPut you in a fever***** couldn't style mi up plus no under achieveGimme di rizla gimme di cup and a couple senoritaJr. Gong di veteran a trouble when mi reach yaDJ fi fi fan dem inna Grandtsand and di bleachaJumpin off on di truck, you best believe yahBabylon a smell skunk and couldn't get mi neithaWell ever since a likkle ghetto yute dem get mi crippledSo mi know seh babylon dem a go get a weopenEverytime when we hear some politician trippinWhen a di big ting promote I'm right there wid di clip inSo just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle flippin lippinGot a big forty five it's trigga finga lickinThen mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't know what's happeninDem wonderin how yuh get so slim it's like yuh fat and go gymGet mi girl inna mi cabin and mi cabin stabbinIt is slappin jappin dappin it is non stoppinHey! No pork caan cook inna mi kitchenIf a gal try dat she's a dead pigeonWell woman a tear off mi pants stitchenNatty dreadlocks inna di benz and have recline switchinIf a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up missinRastafari dun tell yuh don't listen[Outro: Marley]Play this song on your *****in radio, play this song on your *****in radio
