Method Man And Redman Well All Rite Cha Lyrics
            [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 s___ty drawers, the finest
            criminal minded put my life behind it, you n____z
            find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too s__y
            So I gotta watch you fast b____es, too many tricks
            that can give a d___ 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 f___ are you?)
            Doc start walkin b__pin M.O.P.
            To catch a n____ 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 n____z shoulder, bringin ruck
            like them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as f___!
            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, p___ on your picnic
            (Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start flinchin
            Limo driver, roll up the f___in partition!
        
            [M] Who them n____z that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
            Gettin p____ all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah
            [R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
            (Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo
            [R] Is Funk Doc up in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
            [M] Hot Nix up in the house? (well all rite cha)
            [R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
            [M] Mad d___ up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha)
        
            [Redman]
            Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before, I'll do it again
            s_____ spark to the ignition, I'm screwin it in
            (Aiyyo we out!) Six drop in ten seconds, what?
            I'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception
            B-Boys gather around and act p-noid
            Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
            (Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah Conn'
            for the barrel bonds (Am I on?) Tical, you're on
        
            Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on
            Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on
        
            [Method Man]
            Got these slim pickins on my Charles d___ens, I pack a mac
            to make your back stiffen, flip the script I act different
            The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't listen
            b____in over s___ you ain't gettin
            So finally, puttin in work, the big hurt
            MC, with a social disease, and get it first
            Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger
            Remember me? (The field n____!)
            Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA.. Sharp, and hazardous
            Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor
            Speed like a millipede (Hot Nix-on)
            Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves
            Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)
            Showin you the pain I feel from holdin these
            black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays
            they come with batteries included, in wicked ways
        
            [M] Who them n____z that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
            Gettin p____ all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah
            [R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
            (Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo
            [R] Is Funk Diggy in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
            [M] Meth Diggy no doubt! (well all rite cha)
            [R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
            [M] Mad d___ up in your mouth (all nite cha)
        
            cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha...
            [fades in and out before end]
        
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