Method Man

Method Man - Tical songtekst

Je score:

"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.
 En garde  I'll let you try my Wu Tang style."
 "I'd like to try your Wu Tang style  let's begin then!"

 Intro: Method (and others)

 From the tip top?
 (Aiyyo aiyyo  what the fuck's up with light dude?)
 Yup
 One two (no doubt  no doubt)
 One two one two
 Yo one two  uh  one two one two (yeahh  we gon' be up in that)
 Ah one two  uh  one two one two (yeah light that shit up)
 Ah one two yo, check me out

 Chorus:

 What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical
 Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical
 What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical
 Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical

 Verse One:

 Check it, I got styles, all of em sick
 Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks
 I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show
 He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe
 That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek
 I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep
 and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass
 In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas
 It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky
 Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly
 Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles
 Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll
 get severe on the double I harass it
 I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble
 Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted
 Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered
 By a psychopathic, way beyond an average
 Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it

 Chorus

 One two, uh, one two one two
 One two, uh, one two one two
 One two, uh, one two one two
 Check it out

 Verse Two:

 What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit
 that we got is to stay high, no question
 Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin
 When brothers start wettin everything in ya section
 Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that
 Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that
 To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up
 To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up
 Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?
 Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet
 Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf
 In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help
 I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody
 God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs
 I be sprayin, brother with words
 Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM

 Chorus

 One two uh, one two one two
 One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)
 (yeah niggaz better recognize... tical
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Copyrights:

Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Def Jam Recordings

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1994

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Tical (1994)

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