Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan - Method Man Home Grown Version lyrics

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 M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
 M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
 M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
 M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

 Verse One:

 Hey, you, get off my cloud
 You don't know me and you don't know my style
 Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam?
 Here I am here I am, the Method Man
 Patty cake patty cake hey the method man
 Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
 Peanut butter, cuz I'm not butter
 In fact I snap back like a rubber
 band, I be Sam, Sam I am
 And I dont eat green eggs and ham
 Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
 You be like oh shit that's the jam
 Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild
 I'm about to blow light me up
 Upside downside inside and outside
 Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt
 I am, the one and only Method Man
 The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran
 Wrap, with some of this and some of that
 Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat
 Over there, but I think he best to beware
 Of the diggy dog shit right here
 Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
 Like Deck said this aint your average flow
 Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah
 Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw
 The poetry's in motion coast to coast and
 Rub it on your skin like lotion
 What's the commotion, oh my lord
 Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
 Hey hey hey like Fat Albert
 It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it
 It's the Method

 Man
 Uhh, like that baby paw
 Uhh

 I got, fat bags of skunk
 I got, White Owl blunts
 And I'm about to go get lifted
 Yes I'm about to go get lifted

 I got, myself a forty
 I got, myself a shorty
 And I'm about to go and stick it
 Yes I'm about to go and stick it

 Verse Two:

 Uhh
 H-U-F-F huff and I puff
 Blow like snow when the cold wind blow then
 Zoom, I hit the mic like boom
 Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it go
 Question what exactly is a panty raider
 Ill behaviour savior or major flavor
 All of the above oh yeah plus I do so
 Also flam I'm the man call me super
 Not an average Joe with an average flow
 Doing average things with average hoes
 Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm
 For my, Su-per Sperm
 Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked
 I smell sess pass the Method
 Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics
 Missles and shoot game like a pistol
 Clip is loaded when I click bang dang
 A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
 J-U-M-P jump and I thump
 Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
 Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me
 Child, the whole damn isle is callin me
 P-A-N-T-Y-R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't fry
 Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me
 Cuz, Ooh I be the super sperm
 Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie
 Freak a flow and flow fancy free
 Now how many licks does it take
 For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break
 Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
 Fadin motherfuckers like bleach
 So to each and every crew
 You're clear like glass I can see right through
 You're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'd
 and ya didnt have friends to begin with
 I'm

 M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
 M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
 M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

 Yes I am

 Verse Three:
 Uhh, Uhh
 Rappers crossing over to that R&B jinx
 Walk around town like your shit don't stink
 Take it from me, hey G, you don't amaze me
 Shot me at point blank range but only grazed me
 Nothing mental, just plain and simple
 Lyrics you bust couldn't bust a fucking pimple
 Come here kid, what, let me tell you something
 Your like change of a penny, nothing
 Wham, Oh shit, God Damn
 Skippy, hit me, man I get flam
 Better yet hectic, wreck shit, I'm rowdy
 Like a license check this be Audi
 Tippy tippy tum tippy tah tippy tum
 Direct from the Shaolin Slum, here I come
 Straight from the top, the cock, yo I'm fed up
 I put it in your ear and fuck your whole head up
 Wu-Tang's gang bang, up your butt crack and
 Straight from Staten, silky like satin
 Used to break clicks with stones and sticks
 Nowadays we do it with the Macs and clips
 The Method, Man
 The Method, Man
 The Method, Man
 Yes I am, Yes I am

 M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
 M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
 M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

 Uhh, 92 for the Wu
 Now how brothers want it
 With salt or butter, motherfucker

 A doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop chop
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Language: English

Appearing on: Protect Ya Neck (1992)

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