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INTERPRÉTATION
Method Man
Method Man
Interprète
Redman
Redman
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Composition
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Composition
A. Williams
A. Williams
Paroles/Composition
Willie Hines
Willie Hines
Composition
Andre Weston
Andre Weston
Composition
Derek Lynch
Derek Lynch
Composition
Christopher Charity
Christopher Charity
Composition
J. Tex
J. Tex
Composition
Fred Wesley
Fred Wesley
Composition
John Starks
John Starks
Composition
Lowman Pauling
Lowman Pauling
Composition
James Brown
James Brown
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Redman
Redman
Production
Gov Mattic
Gov Mattic
Production
Tommy Uzzo
Tommy Uzzo
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Bricki-di-roaw Steppin' out the crowd throwin' bolo's Flicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44's Loadin' it up, packin' it back, ready to splash for real Spit flows out the gail, God tried to bail It's hectic, 45-6 gimme ya grips That's more dollars in them thongs in them go-go chicks Bitch I'm drunk, pumpin' slugs out of canon Shot ya after-party down with Meth and Red in Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, NO JOKE And when I hit the pussy call me Daddy Long Strope Oh Ana, I'm hittin' pigeons out in Atlanta Banana--Split, HOT TWO SPIT! OOH SHIT Spickin' ya rippin' ya for all ya funds I wet ya like a 141 watergunz Cocky like Rocky, got ya scared to death So hold on ya bitches, 'cause here come RED-METH Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a Rememba this? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba this? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Okay the 'hey hey' baby, me and Doc about to blow My Saturday night's so special and they pointin' at yo nose Aiyyo, save the speculations and the rumours Comin' sooner then you think I knock a phat bitch outta blumors Givin' tumors, hardcore, givin' it to 'em raw Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I jabberjaw One-two, no ending or beginning to my cypher I'm winning, tell the news like Peter jennings Depending on any givin' day I'm representin' The struggle, my great grand who lived thru the lynchin' Oh yes ya'll, if you got the weed, who got the blunts? Take a guess ya'll, Kool-Aid bustin' thru the wall Mr.Meth ya'll, HAH-CHU! Comment allez-vous I used to hawk chickens, now I'm maxin' with Badu I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton I'm swingin' a track from Staten, 'cause that is where I'm from Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a Rememba this? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba this? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a Rememba this? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba this? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka
Writer(s): James Brown, Fred Wesley, John Starks, Willie D Hines, Andre G Weston, Christopher Allen Charity, Derek Francisco Lynch, Lowman Pauling Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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