Biscuits - Method Man: 노래 가사, 뮤직 비디오 및 콘서트

Biscuits

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Biscuits은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 1994년 11월 15일일에 Def Jam Recordings에서 발매되었습니다.Tical

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앨범Tical

발매일1994년 11월 15일

라벨Def Jam Recordings

멜로디에 강한 음악

어쿠스틱 악기 중심

발랑스

춤추기 좋은 음악

에너지

BPM93

개요

가사

크레딧

실연 아티스트

Method Man

보컬

작곡 및 작사

Clifford Smith

작사가 겸 작곡가

Robert Diggs

작사가 겸 작곡가

프로덕션 및 엔지니어링

David Sealy

어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어

John Wydrycs

믹싱 엔지니어

RZA

프로듀서

가사

[Verse 1]

What? What you want?

Represent, represent, represent

Yeah, represent, check it out, check it out

[Verse 2]

Yo mama don't wear no drawers

I saw her when she took them off

Standing on the welfare line

Eating swine, trying to look fine

With her stank behind

You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast

Meth-Tical got style with his nasty ass

[Verse 3]

Are you ready, to face the consequences and suffer?

I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker

Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it

And represent, it's like heads up a brick, when I swing it

Get lost, I break you off something

I'm pumping, like a Reebok, with a pump

From the jump and, you was nothing

Bet you thought you fucking clan had ya back but they was fronting

Smoking dirt blunts and fucking nasty sluts and

You just a naked gun without the bullet, what you busting?

Get your ship sunken, fucking with a drunken

Master disaster at any rap functions

[Verse 4]

Just an echo, yoo-hoo

We be living in the valley ,yoo-hoo

It may be difficult to bring back

Sweet memories of you

And you can even ask your crew

Bet your bottom dollar that they tell ya fast

Meth-Tical got style with his nasty ass

[Verse 5]

Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?

You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya

36 chambers, be out, you'se in danger

Let me pull your brain out your ass with a hanger

Didn't momma tell ya not to talk to a stranger?

Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler

Just recline, keep the Meth in mind

I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time

What? And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass

All up and down the block, the street, that ave

Whatever, smoking on a Spike Lee joint

Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hoping **** get the point

'Cause they could never, stop the veteran, word to God

When I'm severing the head of a mental vegetarian

The Method, at the weed gate, with a long line of credit

If you desire fire, I be the first to set it

Off, flame on like the Human Torch

Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store

You can eat it all and it'll tell you fast

Meth-Tical got style for your nasty ass

[Verse 6]

'94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize

Wu-Tang killer bee

The RZA and the Method MZA

Raider Ruckus, where you at?

Written by: Clifford Smith, Robert F. Diggs

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