featuring Method Man

[Method Man]

Hydro... indo... (buddha!)

Hah... cocoa... yo ya ya yo!

I need some brown weed (lady) all day

I need some brown weed (jenny)

I need some cut (lady lady)

Now these doors don't open til after dark

And it ain't til 12 til the party really starts

(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten

Right before the fun was about to begin)

Yo yo one bitten jabberjaws tryin to taste the

paper written, kids be bullshittin, I see they flaws

Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause

Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest

criminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz

find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy

So I gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks

that can give a dick a bad sickness *coughing*

[Redman]

Yo, yo! Yo son excuse me?

(Yo) I'm tryin to earn a million buck or two

The ill MC step in -- (and who the fuck are you?)

Doc start walkin bumpin M.O.P.

To catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three

(Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on sight

So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on strike

Doc did it, metaphors come AMG kitted

20/20 vision, comes tinted! From being so high..

(So high..) so high.. so high..

[Method Man]

Air it out

Iron Lung I be the street soldier, ante up

Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut

slappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck

like them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck!

Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller

of the universe, stole-a, colder than cola

Caps grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat'

keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather