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Method Man - Intro lyrics
[Intro: sample] Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal (well speak your mind then) Ok, I will, no one has the right to tell me what I can do with my own body What I can eat, drink or smoke, this is a free country And no one can take away my constitutional rights Hey man, can you put me on and I can say anything I want Is that what I need to do? (Yea) Then why isin't alcohol made illegal? Why isin't that While you drinking it, it hang on and disposes your liver Besides that, it's a habitat for alcohol Besides that, cigarettes are much worse than pot No one ever got killed by pot (you tell 'em, you tell 'em) God damn it, man, everything, you can get us anything you want (Anything you want, marijuana legal Make marijuana legal, what's so bad anyway What's so bad about feeling good? There's nothing wrong with blowing crack, yea!) [Method Man] Yo, stop, look & listen, guess who coming up? And y'all was dumb enough to think that Method's number's up Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry fucks Can sum it up, I give my money up, spit at a honey Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with us If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, y'all know what up See we them niggaz, ain't no hoe in us, the flow is nuts I'm off the meter, momma wished that I was off the reefer But, for now, I got this game up in the cobra clutch Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut Nigga, trust, I got that Killa up What y'all ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya When half ya niggaz posing similar, yea Ladies and gents, I think this game need a enema, yea It's "common sense", I Used 2 Love H.E.R., now they pimpin' her, yeah But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you tripping Like somebody tied together your shoestring, now listen I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad karma Y'all niggaz is throwing rocks with glass armor Fuck the court system, pleading the fifth And if Def Jam is deaf, start reading my lips I'm cocky, possibly I got my reasons and shit They ain't built a man that can stop me from feeding my kids [Chorus: Method Man] And if you don't know where I'm coming from, never know where I be in Most likely, where ya start at'll be the place where you eating And anybody hating on him, hating on them That's right, anybody hating on him, hating on them, motherfuckers [Outro: Method Man] How could you ever say that I'm washed up When I'm the dirtiest thing in sight 4:21... The Day After. |
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