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Method Man
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How Bout Dat
Method Man & Redman Yo, I hit the freeway after I rock the mic Light up like showtime when they 'bout to fight How bout dat, boy, when that truck rides 38's Your middle finger up at the light, I'm nice
Doc, ride or die I bubble up when they pourin' peroxide It's dirty, lookie here Still sharp like I'm back in school It's like Wonder Blade, cut a nigga smooth
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, who let the dog loose? Whips and chains, I don't wanna argue The big whale that's writin' fish scale Like me, better believe I'm too hard to harpoon
My goons think like Chris Wallace Give me the loot and I won't talk about it When my niggas say, 'Get 'em'' That's when I crush the buildin', how bout dat, nigga?
Look at my shoes, how bout dat, nigga? My car, how bout dat, nigga? Gettin' money, how bout dat, nigga? Stop to bang, how bout dat, nigga? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
How about it, any nigga realer than me? I doubt it Cash ready, hop out of V, low mileage You see the way I play with money I'm so childish and so stylish
Lookin' like Gucci my sponsor Kick's crazy, jewelry is bonkers Whether in the club or you see me in concert I go hard, who created a monster?
Me, Gilla be the click that I ride with Talk slick, get flipped like a sidekick You wonder why your bitch is on my dick 'Cause the boy flow doper than five bricks
The MC wishin' I simply be remembered Like Big Pun, Biggie or Pimp C And when my niggas say, 'Get 'em' That's when I blocka, blocka, how bout dat, nigga?
Look at my house, how bout dat, nigga? Sour D's, how bout dat, nigga? Big paper, how bout dat, nigga? Lookin' fly, how bout dat, nigga? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 How bout dat, ten years plus in the rap game And still gettin' cream like a fat cat Plus, I'm grossin' money off of ASCAP Plus, my publishin', yeah, I owns that
First of all, my royalty come quarterly My hoes, my niggas, all move accordingly Street life, I'm so international My foreign exchange'll always in the capitol
Straight cash advances While you be callin' wour label all day Hopin' someone answers I flow with no auto-tone Just me and my bitch, my blunt, my beat, my microphone
I shine with no jewelry on, another star is born Watch me perform beyond the norm But when my niggas say, 'Get 'em' That's when I brr, stick 'em, ha ha, stick 'em, how bout dat, nigga?
Fuck what it cost, how bout dat, nigga? I'm a boss, how bout dat, nigga? Straight pimpin', how bout dat, nigga? East Coast, how bout dat, nigga? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Pimp game, soak it up, you dig? Hope you haters want beef, 'cause I don't touch the pig How about that, boy, I'm a G, ain't another MC Or pedophile that can touch the kid, I do it big
Like Chris Wallace, big bank, big wallet Got a flow that go straight to the pros, forget college I still got it, if I got an issue, I flow the pistol And I'm official, just like them niggas that blow the whistle
Word, man, I shoot to kill 'em, you heard? If you nasty, I shoot 'em with penicillin, you heard? I'm like Cali, so carry when I'm flippin' the words Flip the script on your bitch ass while I'm flippin' the bird
Meth sick with the pen, stick a few in your men Then again, stick with my people through the thick and the thin Look, when my niggas say, 'Get 'em' I send 'em to hell and ride with 'em, how about that, nigga?
Look at my crew, how bout dat, nigga? Gun bigger than you, how bout dat, nigga? Pop bottles, how bout dat, nigga? We live the life, how bout dat, nigga? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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