クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Method Man
Performer
Redman
Redman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Composer
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Composer
Jason Boyd
Jason Boyd
Composer
David Manzoor
David Manzoor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
King David
King David
Producer
Claudio Cueni
Claudio Cueni
Recording Engineer
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Recording Engineer
David "Gordo" Strickland
David "Gordo" Strickland
Recording Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer

歌詞

[Verse 1]
Ay, ay, yo, Meth
It's time we came in the motherfucking club, ****
They gotta know we in the building, ****
Yeah
Y'all motherfuckers got like
Two minutes to get to the motherfucking bar, ****
Y'all already know the business, ****
[Verse 2]
Yo, I walk in pimpin' when I'm up in here
Pulled up the G ride then I'm up in here
I ain't worried, I got mad mo' up his ear
And my advice stay at bay like a buccaneer
I feel good when I walk inside
All eyes on the bro, that's NBA live
The AI of rap, these haters wan' try
To shut me down but I fly high
A hood fella always gotta keep something close
A gutter flow like mine, gotta let 'em know
I'm Xxplosive like Dre, Next Episode
Check my file, baby, this is the mother-load
Take off your heels and shake your hair
A **** like me weaving through everywhere
I taste like new money, make it clear
Baby, tell your friends that we right here
[Verse 3]
I know what something is, you don't know what nothing is
I know what something is, you don't know what nothing is
I know what something is, you don't know what nothing is
I know what something is, you don't know what nothing is
[Verse 4]
You don't wanna see me shine
Talking shit, on the low
Hate to see me in the sky
Flying high, high, high
[Verse 5]
Yeah, yo, yo
Who them dudes smelling like trees when we up in here?
Straight Gilla and Killa Bees when we up in here
Kush, ****, I keep the weed in the Tupperware
Fuck security, VIP, we can puff in here
**** know how we do it
I ain't buying the bar
I'm tryna talk her out her drawers, she tryna charge
I ain't tryna ball
Don't spend no money in the club
If I said that I was, I'd be lying to y'all
I gotta have it, an addict, two and a puff and you'd rather hate us
Discuss it, no more discussions, the head if the house
Is now speaking, the food is ready for eating
Your head is ready for beating, I'll kick your teeth in
Don't fuck with the couch
You know a **** black out off a couple beers
Smoke up and ounce, pass out like a couple of years
And mami doing her thing, she in her underwear
You join the team and that win, I'll put you under there
[Verse 6]
I know what something is, you don't know what nothing is
I know what something is, you don't know what nothing is
I know what something is, you don't know what nothing is
I know what something is, you don't know what nothing is
You don't wanna see me shine
Talking shit, on the low
Hate to see me in the sky
Flying high, high, high
[Verse 7]
Yeah, yo
You know you smell mad weed when we up in here
A Wild Boy like Steve when we up in here
And haters, they smell cheese when we up in here
But when we up in here, y'all know nothing here
And you know how we get it in when we up in here
Women smelling like cinnamon when she up in here
And haters, they pay the fee to get up in here
Meth and Doc, man these MCs don't want nothing here
[Verse 8]
I know what something is, you don't know what nothing is
I know what something is, you don't know what nothing is
I know what something is, you don't know what nothing is
I know what something is, you don't know what nothing is
[Verse 9]
You don't wanna see me shine
Talking shit, on the low
Hate to see me in the sky
Flying high, high, high
Written by: Clifford Smith, David Manzoor, Jason Boyd, Reggie Noble
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