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Текст песни Method Man f Missy Elliott, P. Diddy - Say What

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[Intro: Missy Elliott (Method Man)]Yeah!This-this-this-thisThis is an exclusive (let`s go)Mr. Meth, you`re so Def, you put them other M.C.`s out to rest (that`s right)And they test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let`s go)[Method Man]Yo, uh, come on, come on, nowBig Meth attack soon as the track come on nowZone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)And by one, I`m gettin` thrown outMami, got her toes out, ain`t one army can Blaze JohnnyLike Gwen Stafani, you know there`s No DoubtI`m trill, sick with it, it`s like illThat`s the only way to explain these mic skillsOn Homicide Hill, anybody asks is realThe more steel, the more bodybags to fillCan I get, hit of that hydro, niggaI tried to quit puffin` before, but I`m no quitterIf honey show me her buns, I`ll show her my onesIf the bed rockin`, keep knockin` and I`mma cumWant some, take some, I get it crunkSpeak junk, I`ll slow up your road with speed bumps[Chorus: Missy Elliott w/ P. Diddy doing ad-libs]When they play this in the club (say what?)Go and tell that nigga, bump that (say what?)Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (say what?)Ya`ll don`t really really want that (say what?)And for whatever muthafucka, don`t like it (say what?)Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?)Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?)Are ya`ll ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?)[Method Man]You wanna front, what? Step up and get buckedAnd if your feelin` lucky, duck, then press ya`ll luckYa`ll got me effed up, over tracks overreactOnce I start, like a bullet, ain`t no holdin` me backI`m all that and two mac`s, ya`ll fakin` jacksWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make `em clapHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwindsWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriendsGot to get it, and when I`m goneYa`ll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I`m comin` homeI`m poison, see my skull and crossbonesGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stonesAnd I got drugs in my system, we thugs in the systemThat put slugs in victims, Mr. M-E to F, bomb threatAs long as I ain`t no game, there`s no contest[Chorus][Method Man]Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome chainI guess that should explain why I given the dope nameAin`t nothin` free, everything got a feeHow the fuck you got a car and ain`t got a pot to pee?I`ma grown man, so I do grown man thingsWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?It`s Meth, baby, drop top, navy MercedesI`m number one like P.E. or Tracy McGradyIt`s all good, everything I spit, all hoodAnd if ya`ll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya`ll wouldWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya`ll gon` learn huhWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he`s doneAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool JFor the right CREAM, the`ll do anything you sayShe Ice Cream, I`m caked up with icingMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream[Chorus][Outro: P. Diddy]Let`s work... come onDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad BoyHitmen baby, let`s work, come onLet`s work, come on, yeahUh, let`s work... aiyo pass that niggaJoe Hooker, I see you, let`s work, yeah

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