How High movie - America's Most lyrics
rate meSong 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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