Method Man - St. Ides lyrics

rate me

Oh Dear, Coming Through with my Shaolin Crew

2 Cents for a case get St. Ides Brew

In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans

Methtical's in the jam, Oh how dry I am!

It's with St. Ides in my system

Crack a number unbless, Let's go get the next one

Then get over, the object is to stay sober

Lay on the sofa, better yet, down my shoulder

Call me the Wallabee Champ, stressed out, Could never be son

Richochet daily hit the deli for a cold one

Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam

That pours in the bushes, St. Ides knowledge king

Crack a bottle of the St. Ides, sipping through those

Who don't realize, That drinking it, only to be drunk

You can't drive, peep my peoples collide

And if the saint don't know, you'll fill a can of paint paint

It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted up the block

I saw Ock was in?, I could tell by the docks

On the back, you refill it, Not that ya'll get filleded

Ice cold bottle titled, til my cuppy spill it

Tsss Ahhh... St. Ides (St. Ides)