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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'
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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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