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Method Man
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Big Dogs (Featuring Redman)
作词:Rod Kirkpatrick, Keith Murray, Reggie Noble, Roslyn Noble, Erick S Sermon, Clifford Smith
Def Squad, Wu Tang Check it, check it out Check it, check it out Check it, check it out
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, ahh yeah, word up Yo, yo-yo, uhh, yo, yo, yo, Redman, ahh yo, Iron Lung Yo-yo-yo, yo, yo-yo, yo-yo Word, E-Dub uhh, word yo
Call us Guerillas of the Mist, raunchy vocalists Your code name doc What's your name? Hot Nix Who them slick kids puffin' that shit holdin' they dicks?
Yo, them same two, drivin' your whip, fuckin' your bitch Hold me down son, yo, I hold you down with the pound You got a lot of biscuits? Aiyyo but where they at now? Diggy down down we Reservoir Dogs, you puppy chow-chow
Got my mittens on the kitten, lickin' it now-now Yo, we bring the beef to you, infest it with the Mad Cow Disease, we set to load cocks and squeeze, boo-yah We too hard to hold off, one arm slam ya like Nicoli Volkov
When I dip-dip-diva the anti-socializa Everything be ice cream, observe the frusen-gladje We rock ya, knock ya fuckin' whole team off the roster Startin' lineup, Iron Lung and Funk Doctor
Funk with the Big Dogs Funk with the Big Dogs Funk with the Big Dogs Funk with the Big Dogs
Johnny Blaze the Ghostrider, ghost stories by the campfire We night breed, vampire Be duckin' from the head rushin', Wu-Tang production Percussions bringin' repercussions, I hold my mike sideways bustin'
Another one bites the dust and Cardiac arrest clutchin' your chest suckin' Your last breath, M-R, period, Meth Niggaz, dyin' from papercuts, bleedin' to death
Down these mean streets Johnny Quest From ASCAP to NASDAQ, get that money sack These habitats ain't no place to raise a family at These alley cats be at war with these dirty rats
So watch your back when you come to the slums There ain't nowhere to run from the Iron Lizard Lung Phasers on stun, I be givin' it to Son My plate spares no one, 'Miuzi Weighs a Ton' 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Word up, Meth yo
Funk with the Big Dogs Funk with the Big Dogs Funk with the Big Dogs Funk with the Big Dogs
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah Check it, check it out Check it, check it out Check it, check it out Funk with the Big Dogs Yeah, Dynamic Duo
'Pon cock, the Don Juan Doc Send crews back to the shoeshine box, connect the dots My description, black male, yellowed and mellow I make it hard for MC's to run neck and elbow
With D-O, penal code, Deebo knows To duck when he hear the bike wit the squeaky clutch Swallow this hard act to follow You could parachute off my slang and use my, rhymes to toggle
I'm tense, so smooth I can't be fingerprinted I stomp harder in slow motion, den, den-den-den Yo, fuck your applaud, bitches still rush me Like they rushed the store before Soul Train Awards
They corporate a law, whoever ain't raw get they hand chopped By Jamal with the Wu sword My crew specialize in, snakin' your bitch Robbin' you while you on the floor, shakin' and shit
I'm doin' me now do you Yo, who you? Doc I bomb shit 'til the Conflict's Crucial, I Be the black 'El Nino', I mean yo, I'm supreme
Like the team show witcha paid yo' cream fo' To see us sit down? Yo, nah, we get the fuck up And leave the one you wit
Then take her from Usher That's right, six-double-oh with chrome pipes U.S. Marshal's, out to pen us up like Snipes Throw it in drive
Fuck takin' me and Meth alive Aiyyo, you lick that a-way You lick out the other side Ohh, yeah, yeah
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