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[Intro: Method Man] Damn... yo, yo [Method Man] Woke up in the morning, like ten A.M Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin [Ghostface Killah] Yo, Meth, the mailman! [Method Man] Yo, Ghost, let him in! [Ghostface Killah] Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen [Method Man] Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen My keys is missin', my trees is missin' No more parties, cuz Doc need to listen [Ghostface Killah] Cuz something in my closet, go look (he's a pissin') I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back [Method Man] Half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm Mad strong, this is John John, pro and con phenomenon Stretch with a morning yawn, party 'til the break of dawn Ladies throw your faces on, sing it when the break come on [Chorus: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)] Each (meet) son (see) Boats (suites) dough (beats) No cat give you these, rap flow triple g's Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride [Ghostface Killah] Wu-Tang, the best rap group of all time Rush little shotgun, rest around nine Refrigerator, fish and sweets with no swine Dirty and Meth guest room with four dimes And U-G. had a master headache Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, gettin' that cake Where Divine at? Wine at Tell a DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it wit a blind back Dime sack, you know we blew that wit the cognac Them bowling ball lead head niggaz, we call them pawn yacks [Method Man] I say my girl, like to party all the time, Ghost Spend up my ends, every week, she always crime broke Thank God it's friday, I just got paid Feelin' good like I just got laid The next drink's on me, instead of, oh God, you think O.G White girls they comin' out, like they Pink on E So you b Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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