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Well All Rite Cha

Artist:Method Man & Redman  Album:Blackout!  Writer:NOBLE REGGIE/SERMON ERICK S/SMITH CLIFFORD/METHOD MAN  Composer:NOBLE REGGIE/SERMON ERICK S/SMITH CLIFFORD/METHOD MAN 

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[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 [Redman] Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I. Aiyyo hoe! Doc be keepin a dope show like Marilyn Manson the handgun be stashed in the panelling Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic (Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start flinchin Limo driver, roll up the fuckin partition! [M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite? Gettin pussy all nite (well all


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