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Albums:

If You Can't Lick 'Em...Lick 'Em (Ted Nugent) · If You Can't Lick 'Em...Lick 'Em (Ted Nugent) · Raw Sylk (Sylk-E. Fyne) · Lick (The Lemonheads) · Lick Yo Body (Fidel Cashflow) · The Spotlight Kid/Lick My Decals Off, Baby (Captain Beefheart) · Lick a Shot (Cypress Hill) · Lick It Up (Kiss) · Lick It Up (Kiss) · Lick My Decals Off, Baby (Captain Beefheart & the Magic Band) – and 18 other albums »


featuring: B.G. KnoccOut, Gangsta Dresta, Sylk
Verse 1: [Gangsta Dresta]
I got beat for the street
Ta pump in ya jeep
Or in ya caravan wid da
E. Fine]
Now check me, I'm in a helluva situation
I got LOVE for the home girl but it ain't no escaping
Now I've been waiting fo' the chance fo' me
of guys in the room
Ice, tell me what this young lady would do
(Go) (go) (go) to him 
(Go) (go) then to him 
Then to him, to me, my man B-Fyne, E, Doc,
toters, ain't they wise? Totin' their lunch made by their wives.
How to be a lunch toter, if I may emote it. Gitchy wife to fix it. Go to work and tote it
[Eazy-E]
Big titie shitty bang bang sittin' on a dick
tryin' to play a pimp by the fifteen clicks
hoes play with me weekly 
so I'm down wit hoe play
oughta have pesos
This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
'Cause everyday we oughta have pesos
Gun cock Gun shot, gonna lick a boy
Gun cock
and pad, I'm back 

to make a killer, similar to a backstab 

Don't arrest me, arrest my brain, it's insane 

If I'm booty, then I've been framed 

By
the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey like Fat Albert
It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it

It's the Method
really wit being through, get to it dude
Gotta pull a straight come-up, lick
Catchin` muthafuckas outta bounds swerv, 
Breakin they punk ass leavin
lord
Another corn chopped by the wu-tang sword
Hey hey hey like fat albert
It's the method man ain't no if ands about it
It's the method

Man
Uhh,
do this
Yo, Evil tell where the fuck it's comin' from

It's comin' from the mouth of the pimp behind the wheels
I make a bitch kneel, Evil E the gray
paw
The poetry's in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
What's the commotion, oh my lord 
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword 
Hey hey hey like Fat Albert 
It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it
What's the commotion, oh my lord 
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword 
Hey hey hey like Fat Albert 
It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it
lord
Another corn chopped by the wu-tang sword
Hey hey hey like fat albert
It's the method man ain't no if ands about it
It's the method

Man
Uhh,
I'm lookin' like bitch, ma swag near look left
It's so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new rappers
They actors, and the fact is
You want that
What's the commotion, oh my lord 
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword 
Hey hey hey like Fat Albert 
It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it
What's the commotion, oh my lord 
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword 
Hey hey hey like Fat Albert 
It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it
c-a-r-e
You figure that out, and keep it in mind
While I bring the chorus back for ya one more time

This is for the lover in you
The lover in you,
really wit being through, get to it dude
Gotta pull a straight come-up, lick
Catchin` muthafuckas outta bounds swerv, 
Breakin they punk ass leavin
lord
Another corn chopped by the wu-tang sword
Hey hey hey like fat albert
It's the method man ain't no if ands about it
It's the method

Man
Uhh,
Where it's still too thick but still lick through and through
Always wanted a guy to come and try
To get sly and try ta, get by my
Hideous, treacherous
for the block of provalone
Or the limburger, screaming murda murda murda
You, your crew, her, him, and them
All get clapped by E-S-H-A-M

[Chorus]
You
popular gun
Shoot, shoot, lick, lick from the head to the toes
Head to the floor, head till their ain't no head no mo'
Cut till it ain't no bed no mo'
And I knock on virgin hoe
So and if ya dick fit
'cause it's dank and drink
Ya got me thinkin by the quick lick
I'm big wit the .44
This ain't an indo
Got