How High movie - America's Most lyrics

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Song by Method Man/Redman<br /><br>

Yo, welcome<br>

This is MC sharper image<br>

I'm standing here with my dog technology<br>

And we are here to uplift you mind<br>

and upgrade your systems<br>

so come on down everyone that wants to get some<br>

plug in and boot, and boot<br>

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[Method Man]<br>

Yo, Yo, I couldn't give a rat's ass<br>

I've come to eat grub and slap ass<br>

And show my whole entire black ass<br>

Y'all know the saying he who laughs last laughs loudest<br>

Bang the loudest, can't a coward do a thing 'bout it<br>

What the bum-ba claat like "aye carumba"<br>

Here's my name and number, lets "La Rhumba"<br>

Doc, it makes me wonder; how many heads has Heather Hunter's<br>

How many different conclusions to come to<br>

And my sixteen bars meth, hittin' too hard<br>

With a total disregard for whole entourage<br>

Rap phenom, slap your ass, snap your thong to my theme song<br>

And hope you don't get clap upon<br>

Who that kid, as dirty as that Ol' Dirty Bastard<br>

Who that kid, who pack a tool belt and dirty belt and dirty ratchet<br>

Set your tape recorder, lock down your daughter<br>

Soon as a touch the rap game, out of order<br>

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[Redman]<br>

Do I get brollic<br>

Gimme that car ill show you how to flip mileage<br>

Gimme that mic, ill short it with a quick wattage<br>

Skip college for the big wallet<br>

The ape with a fire escape from the weight of a hit product<br>

My draft is cold like miller beer<br>

When you hear it, you see more stars than tigger's cheer<br>

The red nigga here, and its out of control<br>

Something like when Ron Gold' went out with Nicole<br>

I'll bring it back to the streets where the crooks belong<br>

And if it ain't come back raw, you cooked it wrong<br>

Gangsta bomb, hold your nose<br>

At the show, ill be shittin' out my mouth like my colon closed<br>

Me and meth, 100 proof, in case y'all a biter<br>

And ovaries, feel these great ball of fire<br>

(Doc, where the lighter) I'm hemming them up<br>

Coffee grind them and put them in a vanilla dutch<br>

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[Hook] (with America's' most after the end of each line)<br>

Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that<br>

Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that<br>

Beback , that what it all about now ,be that<br>

We not playin' (knowwhatinsayn' sonsayin)<br>

Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that<br>

Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that<br>

Beback , that what it all about now ,be that<br>

Fuck with the meth(knowwhatinsayn' sonsayin)<br>

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[Method Man]<br>

I'm looking at you killers like you stole something, fuck ya life<br>

Trust my niggaz, sometimes for I trust my wife<br>

Fuck it, I'm nice, y'all don't be rushing the mic<br>

With your guns in your left hand<br>

Not bustin' it right<br>

Ain't no I in the team<br>

Ain't no eyen' my cream<br>

I'm a semi-auto, clean<br>

Rapid-fire machine<br>

Cocky, six foot three with knock knees<br>

Attract hoodrats for blocks cause I got cheese<br>

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[Redman]<br>

yo, dude I carry cheese, but I don't flaunt it<br>

when the towel it thrown it, you know there's grown men that spoke on it<br>

We both want it, the Trackmasters<br>

Puncturing holes in the beat when a vocal tone poke on it<br>

Barbaric, my caddie truck beyond average<br>

with the same size wheels that on a horse carriage<br>

up in the air , spot my dudes<br>

Rollin' over shit like B. Rhymes on mountain dew<br>

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[Hook] - repeat 2X<br>

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