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Текст (слова) песни: Method Man - Uh Huh

"Bus driver -- this here gal refused to give me her seat!"

[Intro: Method Man]
Everybody... huh, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, now, uh, yeah, yo

[Method Man]
What up my people equal?, this be Tical: The Prequel
Shine up the desert eagle, light up that extra lethal
I mean that "ooh wee", three years and two g`s
I`m back with new trees, I wrapped in loose leafs
While ya`ll was just rappin`, who get the set crackin`?
Just like a neck snappin`, let`s get this next platinum
What`s happ`n Def Jam? Remember Meth Man?
I held your hand through them years when ya`ll was stressed, fam
That`s why I still love you and Russell still hustle
Let`s get to pumpin` iron, and flex some real muscle
Up in this bitch due, my click is Rick Rude
And I ain`t got the ivory, this ain`t the flick, dude
Somebody told me, ya`ll can`t hold me
Naughty By Nature, do my dirt all by my lonely
You need back off bitch, you don`t know me
Got to leave these hoes alone, they too nosey

[Chorus: Method Man]
Meth is killin`, M.C. killin`
What more can I say, stop grillin`
That`s what niggas get for actin` Hollywood
And since ya`ll understood... would you?
Would you? Would you? Would you?
Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey
That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey

[Method Man]
Ok, the love issue, don`t let that love get you
My brothers love pistol, doin` they thug dizzle
Bet ya`ll ain`t know, did you?, that I`m a pro, did you?
Until the flow hit you, fuck it, I`m official
Bone wit more gristle, thrown from chrome nickel
Place that don`t tickle, can`t wait to zone wit you
I`m hard as stone chisel, Meth got his own little
Formula to go triple -- for shizzle
Ya`ll know my occupation, I`m puttin` in the work
So any imitation, I`m puttin` in the dirt
That shit is aggravatin`, why ya`ll procrastinatin`
I got some massive waitin`, and she probably masturbatin`
Welcome to New Yitty, where half is two fifty
If I got a problem, then that`s one problem too many
So don`t tempt me, I`ll bust until I`m empty
Swiftly, that way, I get the chance to take you with me, muthafucka!

[Chorus]

[Method Man]
Yo, I got style, H rap round, back up and back down
Act up, we back clown, last up to bat now
It`s me Ticallion, swing like Barry Bonds
Mommy got a ratty thong, happy cuz daddy gone
Turn it up it a little bit, a notch, and it`ll get
Cook it once the griddle gets so hot, good lookin` kid
Ok, now where was I? Prepared, was I
Your man broke his jaw tryin` to say what I
Say on this mic, not a day in your life, could ya
Say I ain`t nice, could ya? If I ain`t nice, would ya?
Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come her, she stuntin`
Can hear me "cummin`" like my dick`s in her ear or somethin`
I put that on my momma, she put that on her kids
He put that chrome on your dome and blowed ya fuckin` wig
That`s how it is, ask Bobby Dig`
We back on your block, with `nuff shots to give, muthafucka!

[Chorus 2X]

 

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