Текст (слова) песни: Method Man - I Get My Thang in Action

"Good.. Wu-Tang martial expert
There`s not many, who can match up with him"

(He`ll give you a heart condition
if you fuck around like that there
Tell you it ain`t no good for the bloodstream
You know god damn whatever and uhh
it`s dumb and big -- it`s DUMB AND BIG)
Mira, Meth-Tical comin through with the suu
(Lie in cut for y`all)
Check it out

Niggaz wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
in your tracks, a Wu-Tang (bzzz) killer bee`s on ya back
I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack
You want it all? Yeah I want it all like THAT
I stab my own moms in the back for a stack
Niggaz like, "Damn, why you want it like that?" (Why is that?)
Cause I`m a dog, and I got no love for the cat (uhh)
Attitude`s cold like the North polar cap
Where I do my dirt`s a little further down the map (Is that so?)
A little buckwhylin, Island called Stat`
Where niggaz carry gats in they Black Moon hat
Now I`m mad known for the bones and the rap
And youse an unknown with a faulty contract
Wake up and smell the Met-chod motherfucker contact
Villain in the cypher from the foe when head crack
An Indian giver and I`m out to take it back
Shaolin Island, baby where you at?
A runaway train that be runnin on ya track
That`s how it`s goin down, yeah, it`s goin down like that

I gets my thang in action
To live, to love, to see, to learn
Yo! Tell em what`s happenin!

(What`s happenin?
I`ll tell yo` ass what`s happenin
Tell em what`s happenin
It`s goin on out here - brothers ain`t got no peers
and they smokin funny - shuddup yo` damn mouth!)

[Method Man]
I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
Spot ya twenty points and you still can`t score
NUTTIN - cause you ain`t got no points in this game
Kid you FRONTIN - I`m home run hittin, you be buntin
Fresh out the toilet, I got my shit together
When I`m good, I`m good, when bad, I`m better
You want it? Whatever - I`ll be the stormy weather
rain comin down, so weatherproof your leather
JACKET, a nigga with a AXE couldn`t HACK IT
I spark em like a match (ssskt)
Coming back it`s the Met-chod, say it loud
I`m the Met-chod, Man - clap yo` hands, now check it
See me in the mix, rollin fat, bustin flicks
While my physical brother came through and got me lift
Niggaz, that I walk by, give me the eye
The moment is fuckin me up, killin my high
Nigga get back, ya pussy cat, I`m fearsome
Basically THAT, I`m all of THAT, and then some
While I, was out on tour, goin beserk
I heard you was at the sandbox and kickin DIRT
All on my name but you can`t pull my file
YOU DON`T KNOW ME, AND YOU DON`T KNOW MY STYLE
Comin out dere like dat dere, YEAHHHH
Even Grizzly Adams couldn`t bear

(Ahhheheh, I taught the boy everything he KNOW
Go on you bad motherfuckers
See I told you that kid go back to that Dolemite
Everybody needs to love Dolemite
I love Dolemite, you love Dolemite
Hey, how you doin nigga, I know you
Knowin I didn`t when I did
Meth-Tical
Shiiit, I told the boy
If ya can`t get yourself a ten
The least you can do is spark five two`s
And we out, Method)

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Method Man - I Get My Thang in Action "Good.. Wu-Tang martial expert There`s not many, who can match up with him" (He`ll give you a heart condition if you fuck around like that there Tell you it ain`t no good for the bloodstream You know god damn whatever and uhh it`s dumb and big -- it`s DUMB AND BIG) Mira, Meth-Tical comin through with the suu (Lie in cut for y`all) Check it out Niggaz wanna test my steez, nigga please I black that eye like peas, you better freeze in your tracks, a Wu-Tang (bzzz) killer bee`s on ya back I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack You want it all? Yeah I want it all like THAT I stab my own moms in the back for a stack Niggaz like, "Damn, why you want it like that?" (Why is that?) Cause I`m a dog, and I got no love for the cat (uhh) Attitude`s cold like the North polar cap Where I do my dirt`s a little further down the map (Is that so?) A little buckwhylin, Island called Stat` Where niggaz carry gats in they Black Moon hat Now I`m mad known for the bones and the rap And youse an unknown with a faulty contract Wake up and smell the Met-chod motherfucker contact Villain in the cypher from the foe when head crack An Indian giver and I`m out to take it back Shaolin Island, baby where you at? A runaway train that be runnin on ya track That`s how it`s goin down, yeah, it`s goin down like that I gets my thang in action To live, to love, to see, to learn Yo! Tell em what`s happenin! (What`s happenin? I`ll tell yo` ass what`s happenin Tell em what`s happenin It`s goin on out here - brothers ain`t got no peers and they smokin funny - shuddup yo` damn mouth!) [Method Man] I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws Spot ya twenty points and you still can`t score NUTTIN - cause you ain`t got no points in this game Kid you FRONTIN - I`m home run hittin, you be buntin Fresh out the toilet, I got my shit together When I`m good, I`m good, when bad, I`m better You want it? Whatever - I`ll be the stormy weather rain comin down, so weatherproof your leather JACKET, a nigga with a AXE couldn`t HACK IT I spark em like a match (ssskt) Coming back it`s the Met-chod, say it loud I`m the Met-chod, Man - clap yo` hands, now check it See me in the mix, rollin fat, bustin flicks While my physical brother came through and got me lift Niggaz, that I walk by, give me the eye The moment is fuckin me up, killin my high Nigga get back, ya pussy cat, I`m fearsome Basically THAT, I`m all of THAT, and then some While I, was out on tour, goin beserk I heard you was at the sandbox and kickin DIRT All on my name but you can`t pull my file YOU DON`T KNOW ME, AND YOU DON`T KNOW MY STYLE Comin out dere like dat dere, YEAHHHH Even Grizzly Adams couldn`t bear (Ahhheheh, I taught the boy everything he KNOW Go on you bad motherfuckers See I told you that kid go back to that Dolemite Everybody needs to love Dolemite I love Dolemite, you love Dolemite Hey, how you doin nigga, I know you Knowin I didn`t when I did Meth-Tical Shiiit, I told the boy If ya can`t get yourself a ten The least you can do is spark five two`s And we out, Method) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни I Get My Thang in Action: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/6636.html Все тексты песен: Method Man » Method Man - It`s In The Game » Method Man - Dog In Heat » Method Man - Tease » Method Man - Milk The Cow » Method Man - Round and Round (Part 2) » Method Man - Method Man (remix) » Method Man - Bring the Pain » Method Man - Grand Finale » Method Man - 4 Seasons » Method Man - Break Ups 2 Make Ups » Method Man - Y.O.U. » Method Man - The Rock`s Theme`Know Your Role` » Method Man - 2 Tears In A Bucket » Method Man - Part II » Method Man - Got My Mind Made Up » Method Man - The Great White Hype soundtrack » Method Man - Enjoy Da Ride » Method Man - Se Acabo (Remix) » Method Man - Diesel » Method Man - WuWear: The Garment Renaissance Рекомендуем скачать: » Фактор2 - Русский наш народ » Филипп Киркоров - Влюбленный и безумно одинокий » Фабрика Звезд - Мы выходим в эфир » Филипп Киркоров - Я твой король » Фабрика - 5 минут » Фабрика - Мыльные пузыри » Фристайл - Сезон любви » Фабрика - Он » Фактор2 - Я узнал » Фидошные песни - Гимн железу » Феликс Даллада - Я устал. Мне так трудно забыть твоих слов... » Филипп Киркоров - Обручальная ночь » Фимиам - Музыка » Фабрика звезд-3 - Самба забытой любви (Ксения Валеева, Сер » Фабрика звезд-5 - Mamma Mia » Фристайл - Черные глаза » Ф.Киркоров - Ты это брось » Филипп Киркоров - Скажи мне, вишня » Фристайл - Бог с тобой » Филипп Киркоров - Посмотри, какое лето
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