Текст песни Method Man - Uh Huh
Method Man - Uh Huh слова песни
"Bus driver -- this here gal refused to give me her seat!"[Intro: Method Man]Everybody... huh, yeahYeah, uh, uh, uh, now, uh, yeah, yo[Method Man]What up my people equal?, this be Tical: The PrequelShine up the desert eagle, light up that extra lethalI mean that "ooh wee", three years and two g`sI`m back with new trees, I wrapped in loose leafsWhile ya`ll was just rappin`, who get the set crackin`?Just like a neck snappin`, let`s get this next platinumWhat`s happ`n Def Jam? Remember Meth Man?I held your hand through them years when ya`ll was stressed, famThat`s why I still love you and Russell still hustleLet`s get to pumpin` iron, and flex some real muscleUp in this bitch due, my click is Rick RudeAnd I ain`t got the ivory, this ain`t the flick, dudeSomebody told me, ya`ll can`t hold meNaughty By Nature, do my dirt all by my lonelyYou need back off bitch, you don`t know meGot to leave these hoes alone, they too nosey[Chorus: Method Man]Meth is killin`, M.C. killin`What more can I say, stop grillin`That`s what niggas get for actin` HollywoodAnd since ya`ll understood... would you?Would you? Would you? Would you?Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, eyThat dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey[Method Man]Ok, the love issue, don`t let that love get youMy brothers love pistol, doin` they thug dizzleBet ya`ll ain`t know, did you?, that I`m a pro, did you?Until the flow hit you, fuck it, I`m officialBone wit more gristle, thrown from chrome nickelPlace that don`t tickle, can`t wait to zone wit youI`m hard as stone chisel, Meth got his own littleFormula to go triple -- for shizzleYa`ll know my occupation, I`m puttin` in the workSo any imitation, I`m puttin` in the dirtThat shit is aggravatin`, why ya`ll procrastinatin`I got some massive waitin`, and she probably masturbatin`Welcome to New Yitty, where half is two fiftyIf I got a problem, then that`s one problem too manySo don`t tempt me, I`ll bust until I`m emptySwiftly, that way, I get the chance to take you with me, muthafucka![Chorus][Method Man]Yo, I got style, H rap round, back up and back downAct up, we back clown, last up to bat nowIt`s me Ticallion, swing like Barry BondsMommy got a ratty thong, happy cuz daddy goneTurn it up it a little bit, a notch, and it`ll getCook it once the griddle gets so hot, good lookin` kidOk, now where was I? Prepared, was IYour man broke his jaw tryin` to say what ISay on this mic, not a day in your life, could yaSay I ain`t nice, could ya? If I ain`t nice, would ya?Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come her, she stuntin`Can hear me "cummin`" like my dick`s in her ear or somethin`I put that on my momma, she put that on her kidsHe put that chrome on your dome and blowed ya fuckin` wigThat`s how it is, ask Bobby Dig`We back on your block, with `nuff shots to give, muthafucka![Chorus 2X]