Method Man - Father's Day lyrics

rate me

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<i>[Intro: Method Man (Redman)]</i><br>

I wanna deal, with a bigger asshole<br>

The streets, it's coming down hard<br>

We got to get our shit together<br>

We always had music, eating off the game<br>

Like you was never gon' run dry, that ain't no business<br>

(No other game is run so disorganized<br>

Look around you, every hood that's taking care of business<br>

Is together, dig it, tight?)<br>

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<i>[Method Man]</i><br>

I can't spend my life running away<br>

For what it's worth, how much dirt can I get done in a day?<br>

I got, clip in the AK (a blunt in the tray)<br>

I'm a beast (Fuck the police) N.W.A.<br>

Ya'll play this game that the huster's play<br>

And if you dress in the metrosexual way, then muthafucka, you gay<br>

Ya'll can save this drama for Kay Slay, like who's fucking my chick<br>

Or writing books about sucking my dick<br>

Now I don't give a fuck what they say, cuz once I put on my cool<br>

They see my life and wanna put on my shoes<br>

Top of the world, ma, look at your dude<br>

I dig a chick with an attitude, but I don't let her cook up my food<br>

It's like these young niggas hugging the strip<br>

Who got the power to move bricks and buildings never loving the bitch<br>

Stripping with game, ya'll can guzzle a sip, ain't nothing change<br>

My niggas is off the chain, and we don't muzzle the pit, a-ha<br>

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"Can I get a suuuuuuuu?"<br>

"Aiyo, this bounce right here for all my Wu-Tang muthafuckas in the house, tonight"<br>

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<i>[Redman]</i><br>

Soon as I, pick up my pen, I begin my flow<br>

I close my eyes then write rhymes in a Blackout mode<br>

My uzi, weigh over a ton, CD plays over<br>

I do my crime with baking soda, with no odor<br>

Pull out like boat motor streams, crack your shoulder wing<br>

Def Squad decoder ring, psychopath bordering<br>

My dogs shitting on your lawn, while you watering<br>

Pay the fine, audit him and shit on your lawn again<br>

D.O.C. get it, C.O.D., my hood<br>

P.O.P., nigga, N.J. deep, baby<br>

Jersey state of mind, Method Man, lock 'em in<br>

Ya'll niggas give a fuck, punk, we the opposite, yup<br>

I hear you gossipping, cuz we on<br>

Just because I rock, don't mean I'm made of stone<br>

My bones is sturdy, I wake up to get it early<br>

When I bully the streets, my Co-D is Keith Murray<br>

In a hurry, back down, the boy roll with us<br>

This how it sound when them boys is transmitted<br>

Bricks to Staten Island, where babies turn into killers<br>

That's why my Cadillac bare more arms than caterpillers, let's get it<br>

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"Can I get a suuuuuuuu?"<br>

"Aiyo, this bounce right here for all my Wu-Tang muthafuckas in the house, tonight"<br>

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