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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Redman
Redman
Voix principales
Method Man
Method Man
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
C. Smith
C. Smith
Composition
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Composition
P. Michael
P. Michael
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Prakazrel "Pras" Michel
Prakazrel "Pras" Michel
Production
Troy Hightower
Troy Hightower
Ingénierie de mixage
Jerry Duplessis
Jerry Duplessis
Production

Paroles

Intro: Redman Hahahahahaaa Follow... just do what ya feel and I'ma follow I'ma follow... Just do what ya feel and we gon follow Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (2X) Haha, Meth-Tical Verse One: Method Man, Redman Who wanna flip with the acrobatic From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical The resevoir is now open I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style We hold court and blow trial You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now Man's down, hands down Foreground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart To my fucking heart Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word Time Time 4 Sum Aksion Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin I'm throwin wrestling holds Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot If it don't hip it don't hop If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through That Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule Better move with a set of tools I be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters When I slaughter don't get caught in the water Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease Did more drugs than pharmacies So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority Of niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port em like Authority And when my nigga Meth shine Out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time (Erick Sermon) Redman and Method Man still... (Hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh) It's that Jersey representer Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter Word... Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (3X) Funk Doc break it down Verse Two: Redman, Method Man Yo, suck my dick out of animosity The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery To give lobotomies to all you rap colonies And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy Impossibly might be the one in black leather Name tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter' The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her Three years for carrying a loaded handgun But it's forever when a nigga (chik-chik BLAAAOW) and he lands one To your cranium That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian (Yo watch you say to him!) You caught up in a tight situation I should start erasin your whole organization for makin Wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack I peel caps, on the regular Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator Fuck you, your label moms and your editor Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin All on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin Bitches hit me off more than New Edition (Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet) I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique So Iron Lung (born to wonder) Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin We moonshine and grow crops Purchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin These slugs at my competition, in rap sessions U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin Next in, line, parental discretion advised These explicit, street linguistics Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid Color-safe bleach so I don't fade Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp Get yo' bandaids hold that Like E said, Get the Bozack, show them wack niggaz where the do's at On the case like I'm Kojak Kissin the grits on that Flo bitch, flip scripts take LOOONG shits Raider Ruckus One, I come with premeditated redrum Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums Bottom line either get down or get done Motherfucker.
Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Reggie Noble, Pras Michael Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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