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    Method Man & Redman Well All Rite Cha

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    (feat. Redman)



    [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 dont open, til after dark

    And it aint 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) Im 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, partys 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

    (Dont nobody move) Dont 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 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 dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha)



    [Redman]

    Yo Ticals and Doc, did it before, Ill do it again

    Snatch spark to the ignition, Im screwin it in

    (Aiyyo we out!) Six drop in ten seconds, what?

    Ill 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, youre on



    Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on

    Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on



    [Method Man]

    Got these slim pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac

    to make your back stiffen, flip the script I act different

    The eyeball, keep your distance, warning yall you dont listen

    Bitchin over shit you aint 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 nigga!)

    Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA.. Sharp, and hazardous

    Figure, with bad habit, cant 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 niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?

    Gettin pussy 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 dick up in your mouth (all nite cha)



    cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha...

    [fades in and out before end]
    [ Well All Rite Cha Lyrics ]


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