Ghostface Killah - Afterparty lyrics
rate me[Intro: Method Man]<br />
Damn... yo, yo<br />
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[Method Man]<br />
Woke up in the morning, like ten A.M<br />
Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin<br />
Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin<br />
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[Ghostface Killah]<br />
Yo, Meth, the mailman!<br />
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[Method Man]<br />
Yo, Ghost, let him in!<br />
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[Ghostface Killah]<br />
Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here<br />
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen<br />
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[Method Man]<br />
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen<br />
My keys is missin', my trees is missin'<br />
No more parties, cuz Doc need to listen<br />
<br />
[Ghostface Killah]<br />
Cuz something in my closet, go look (he's a pissin')<br />
I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back<br />
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[Method Man]<br />
Half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm<br />
Mad strong, this is John John, pro and con phenomenon<br />
Stretch with a morning yawn, party 'til the break of dawn<br />
Ladies throw your faces on, sing it when the break come on<br />
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[Chorus: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]<br />
Each (meet) son (see)<br />
Boats (suites) dough (beats)<br />
No cat give you these, rap flow triple g's<br />
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride<br />
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[Ghostface Killah]<br />
Wu-Tang, the best rap group of all time<br />
Rush little shotgun, rest around nine<br />
Refrigerator, fish and sweets with no swine<br />
Dirty and Meth guest room with four dimes<br />
And U-G. had a master headache<br />
Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, gettin' that cake<br />
Where Divine at? Wine at<br />
Tell a DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it wit a blind back<br />
Dime sack, you know we blew that wit the cognac<br />
Them bowling ball lead head niggaz, we call them pawn yacks<br />
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[Method Man]<br />
I say my girl, like to party all the time, Ghost<br />
Spend up my ends, every week, she always crime broke<br />
Thank God it's friday, I just got paid<br />
Feelin' good like I just got laid<br />
The next drink's on me, instead of, oh God, you think O.G<br />
White girls they comin' out, like they Pink on E<br />
So you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardless<br />
We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin' garbage<br />
Is where it's crackin' at, Street is you passin' that?<br />
Mami's is grabbin' ass, Johnny, I'm grabbin' back<br />
You know my habitat, you know my peoples<br />
If you wit me, where you at<br />
There ain't nothin' compared to that, come on!<br />
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[Chorus: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]<br />
Each (meet) son (see)<br />
Boats (suites) dough (beats)<br />
No flows ill as these, him and Ghost, nigga please<br />
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride<br />
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[Hook 2X: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]<br />
I got me some Seagram's gin<br />
Everybody got they cup, but they ain't shit there<br />
(These cheap muthafuckas be grown ass men<br />
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off with them)<br />
Come back again, drunk off your gin<br />
And when they try to get you for they ends, that's no friend<br />
That's no friend, eh, eh<br />
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[Outro: Method Man]<br />
Yeah, greedy muthafuckas, always wanna get high<br />
But never wanna buy, first one to come to the party<br />
Last one to leave, man, fuck all that<br />
Aiyo, Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we come from man..
