Lyrics:
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I
Do it
Nigga fuck yo bitch nigga
Shit, whose house is this?
Laughin' so hard my tongue is out and shit
I stack dead Prez, mouth to mouth that
my last song of the evening
Hope you guys had a good time
You know I do it for you
We gon rock like this
I am so open
Smoking to Joe Rogan
And I
Yo man, what you need?
Yo uh, man, I need something, man
I need a twenty, man
What you got, man?
I, I got this rope chain, man
Man, this look
police
He says now wait minute and I said naw you wait a minute
And then I say man this is my wife we had a life until you butted up in it
She cried out
address, park in your drive
Feel like I been waiting on this moment all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of saliva
My knife is out
of saliva
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of your house
See, it's sad it came to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make this
The roosters calling in the distance
It was all us crammed in the house
Back when my dad was the man of the house
A lot of dads left, they
entered with is not who ima exit with
By my lonely only built for Cuban links the rope is on me
Different Montanas you can turn into like Joe or Tony
in flames
Why is every single person all the fucking same
(Joe: Verse 1)
Man I can’t take it anymore, push the chair out from the floor
Watch me
you don't ever do anything else for me,
Just do this for me brother,
Come on home, boy.
I was haulin' this hay to Uncle Joe's farm,
Thought
do anything else for me,
Just do this for me brother,
Come on home, boy.
I was haulin' this hay to Uncle Joe's farm,
Thought of us barefoot kids in
Hello my name is Donnie Trump
I make a billion every time I take a dump
I don't need to win the White House
I'll just buy it
I bought the Taliban and told
let me hit that shit, sssss) [Coughs]
Man this shit so, shit
Yo, yo put that smoke out man, there go 5-0
[Master P]
Ooh, I'm with it
Smooth, if you
what man
And Shells when I leave, ___ give you the X man
You ain't fuckin' with me, this the one reason
My fuckin' pinky look like the shit is freezin'
the man back home
Some real shit
Yo yo my little bro
I hope you're doing well
What I'm going through is hell
And it don't seem real
And I can't hold it
[Patra]
Yeah, this is the real vibes, okay?
To all the man and the 'oman dem out there
This the word
The original jazz and the reggae vibe
]
Slowly I turn, step by step
Through the backwindow, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set
While everybody in the house slept,
I disconnect the phones
daddy said
Patty, he said, he said, he said
Well, sixty days ago she was such a lovely child
Now here she is with a gun in her hand
Hey Joe, hey Joe
Give a damn if you like my shit
The box is full of foxes
Standin topless, lickin the splotches
Here kid, want to sniff some coke?
Rhymesayers
sight tonight's the night to get hyped
And fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up motherfucker to what I
the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my house
the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my house
your sinus with this gun powder
Wipe your tears with the steal, no fear this is real niggas
Here is the deal: you clear in this field
And ain't stoppin'
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