Method Man

Method Man - Big Dogs lyrics

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[Redman]
 Def Squad  Wu Tang
 *laugh*
 (check it  check it out)
 Verse 1: Method Man  [Redman in brackets]
 [Yo yo Method Man  yo yo Iron Lungs]
 [Call us gorillas in the myst]
 [Raunchy vocalist]
 Your code name
 [Doc]
 [Whats yo' name]
 Hot Nix
 Who them slick kids puffin that shit holdin they dicks
 [Yo them same two drivin yo whip fuckin yo bitch]
 Hold me down son
 [Yo  I hold you down with the pound]
 You got a lot of buiscits
 [Ayo but where they at now?]
 Diggy down yo we resevior dogs, you puppy chow-chow
 Got my mittens on the kitten, lickin it now-now
 [Yo we bring the beef to you, infest it with the mad cow]
 Disease
 [We set to load]
 Cock and squeeze
 [Booya!]
 We too hard to hold off
 [One arm slam ya like Nicoli Volkov]
 When i dip dip dappa [dappa]
 The anti-socializa [liza]
 Everything be ice cream from _?_
 [We rock ya, knock ya fuckin whole team off the roster]
 [Starting lineup, Iron Lung]
 The funk docta
 Verse 2: Method Man
 Johnny blaze the ghost rider [uh]
 Ghost stories by the campfire [uh]
 The night breed [vampire!]
 Duckin from the head rushin [uh]
 Wu Tang production
 Precussions bringin reprecussions
 I hold my mike sideways bustin [bustin]
 Another one bites the dust and
 Cardiac arrest
 Clutchin your chest suckin your last breath
 In awe, period meth
 Nigga,
 dyin from papercuts, Bleedin to death
 Down these mean streets johnny quest [uh]
 >From ASCAP to NASDAQ
 Get that money sack [uh]
 These habitats aint no place to raise family at [family at]
 These alley cats be at war with these dirty rats
 So watch you back when you come to the slum
 There aint nowhere to run from the iron lizard lung
 Blazes on stunts
 I be dippin in the sun
 My plates bear no one
 My uzi weighs a ton
 [Word up]
 Verse 3: Redman
 Pon Cocked
 The don juan doc
 Send crews back to the shoe shine box
 Connect the dots
 My description
 Black mel
 Yellow da mellow
 I make it hard for mc's to run neck and elbow
 With d-o
 Penal code
 We both to duck when he hear the bike
 Wit the squeaky clutch
 Swallow this hard act to follow
 You could parachute off my slang and use my rhymes to toggle
 I'm tense, so smooth i cant be fingerprinted
 I stomp harder in slow motion
 Yo fuck your appluad
 Bitches still rush me like they rushed the store
 Before the soul train award
 Incorporate a law
 Whoever aint raw get they hand chopped
 By jamal with the wu sword [whoo-ee!]
 My crew specializin
 Snakin yo bitch
 Robbin you while you on the floor
 Shakin your shit
 I'm doin me now i'll do you
 [Yo who you?]
 Doc
 I bomb shit through the conflicts crucial
 I be da black el nino
 I mean yo
 I'm supreme like the team show
 With the pay to cream fo
 [To see you sit down?]
 Yo, na we get the fuck up
 [And leave the one you wit]
 Then take off of usher
 Thats right, six double oh with chrome pipes
 U.S. marshals out to pen us up like Snipes
 [Throw it in drive]
 Fuck takin me and meth alive!
 [Yo, you look that-a-way]
 You look out the other side
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Copyrights:

Author: Clifford Smith (2), Erick Sermon, Reggie Noble

Composer: ?

Publisher: Def Jam Records, Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)

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