歌曲 | 1, 2, 1, 2 |
歌手 | Method Man |
专辑 | Blackout! |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Noble, Smith, Spivey | |
Come on1, 2, 1, 2, uh uh1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Mr. Meth and | |
Doc1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Uh uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
DJ scratch on the track1, 2, 1, 21, 2, 1, 2 | |
Break your motha fuckin' back1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Ah yo, yoMy lyric is 8 ball, batter up play ball | |
Fuck ya'll analog, niggas, we be digital | |
Subliminal comin', from the five star general | |
Attack you from the blind side | |
Invisible to the naked eye, where them criminals | |
Better have your eight essential vitamins and minerals | |
The wu is comin' through you know the outcome | |
Critical condition in your physical for injurin' | |
The officer and gentleman who stack by the | |
BenjaminOff a beat like this, | |
I keep a night stick | |
In case any stick up care, where heat might miss | |
I chicken fry rice bitch in a white trench | |
Bustin' off two macks, | |
I'm like I'm hit | |
Yo, I'm just playin', | |
I clear the crowd out | |
Like a peppa spray can sprayin' | |
I throw lightin' out the arms raiden | |
Go guard your prey | |
Next year | |
I do nothin' more than | |
Y2KWe sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2 ,1, 2 | |
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
And if you say fuck me | |
I'ma say fuck you | |
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
From debutant down to stripper | |
I'm too nonchalant, a drink mixed with four kinds of liquors | |
Catch me at the bar, ' | |
Fu Bar', ladies know who we are | |
And dream of fuckin' a star, who da scrub | |
Shotgun in this man car | |
Burnin' up, forever gettin' thrown out the club | |
It be us Paul, shot out and bugged | |
I smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz | |
I'm everything you think you don't know | |
Yo man, I throw a 5 in the power | |
Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed bumps40 miles per hour | |
I'm out at | |
Howard, next to | |
BaltimoreTakin' change out the fountains at shoppin' malls | |
Rats can only afford chuck-e-cheese | |
The blood in my jeans is tough like | |
Buddy LeeSemi-dart auto off ya, blood coughin' | |
Meth pull a last spark plug with a heart pump | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2 ,1, 2 | |
Yo, wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
And if you say fuck me | |
I'ma say fuck you | |
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Call me Will, enemy | |
I stateWhen four doc run the scam | |
New jacks studderin', that the man from the upper hand | |
Punch, atomic bomb | |
I hit many | |
From bricks to | |
South Park, you dyin' with | |
KennyWhile you bailin', | |
I'm trailin' | |
Rockin' hard hat helmets, clip the satellite surveillance | |
When I walk by you better not be kickin' | |
Or I put two more in that | |
Terriyaki chicken | |
You've just been fitted for them seaman shoes | |
This is bottom of the lake raps | |
Stab you in the back | |
Kung fuFifty-two cops can't withstand the fifty-two blocks | |
Unless they bust like fifty-two shots | |
I'm the has been that have not | |
Battle kids at | |
Maxwell's house | |
Know when | |
I'm good to the last drop | |
What's my name, | |
Meth, his name's | |
DocJust like urban | |
See me in the gran' transportation splurgin' | |
Drivin' with a turban who push a black suburban | |
Come on, we rollin' windows half down through the urban | |
Network law lay it down like a | |
PersianM to the | |
E to the F, spell curtain | |
Get out your car sucker | |
This ain't yours | |
Robbed you with a gun that filled with paint balls | |
And brauds got the nerve to act funny | |
You a champagne ho, with kool aide money | |
Frown bitch, | |
Doc up in that town quick | |
You back down a point on | |
NFL blitzI'm lyin', buddah break fool and take two | |
And put your hole in the earth to escape through | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2 ,1, 2 | |
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
And if you say fuck me | |
I'ma say fuck you | |
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2, 2, 2 | |
Yeah, yoDJ scratch | |
Not ready for prime time playas | |
Mr. Meth, funk | |
DocDef Jam 2000 mutha fuckas | |
Calm me down, baby | |
Nod your head to this | |
Come onAh yo, this is | |
WKYA Radio | |
We are kickin' your motha fuckin ass | |
Yo FlexThats right it's goin' down | |
Redman, method man, blackin the funk out | |
Now listen |
zuo ci : Noble, Smith, Spivey | |
Come on1, 2, 1, 2, uh uh1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Mr. Meth and | |
Doc1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Uh uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
DJ scratch on the track1, 2, 1, 21, 2, 1, 2 | |
Break your motha fuckin' back1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Ah yo, yoMy lyric is 8 ball, batter up play ball | |
Fuck ya' ll analog, niggas, we be digital | |
Subliminal comin', from the five star general | |
Attack you from the blind side | |
Invisible to the naked eye, where them criminals | |
Better have your eight essential vitamins and minerals | |
The wu is comin' through you know the outcome | |
Critical condition in your physical for injurin' | |
The officer and gentleman who stack by the | |
BenjaminOff a beat like this, | |
I keep a night stick | |
In case any stick up care, where heat might miss | |
I chicken fry rice bitch in a white trench | |
Bustin' off two macks, | |
I' m like I' m hit | |
Yo, I' m just playin', | |
I clear the crowd out | |
Like a peppa spray can sprayin' | |
I throw lightin' out the arms raiden | |
Go guard your prey | |
Next year | |
I do nothin' more than | |
Y2KWe sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2 , 1, 2 | |
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
And if you say fuck me | |
I' ma say fuck you | |
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
From debutant down to stripper | |
I' m too nonchalant, a drink mixed with four kinds of liquors | |
Catch me at the bar, ' | |
Fu Bar', ladies know who we are | |
And dream of fuckin' a star, who da scrub | |
Shotgun in this man car | |
Burnin' up, forever gettin' thrown out the club | |
It be us Paul, shot out and bugged | |
I smoke bud, sniff a bee' s ass to get a buzz | |
I' m everything you think you don' t know | |
Yo man, I throw a 5 in the power | |
Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed bumps40 miles per hour | |
I' m out at | |
Howard, next to | |
BaltimoreTakin' change out the fountains at shoppin' malls | |
Rats can only afford chuckecheese | |
The blood in my jeans is tough like | |
Buddy LeeSemidart auto off ya, blood coughin' | |
Meth pull a last spark plug with a heart pump | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2 , 1, 2 | |
Yo, wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
And if you say fuck me | |
I' ma say fuck you | |
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Call me Will, enemy | |
I stateWhen four doc run the scam | |
New jacks studderin', that the man from the upper hand | |
Punch, atomic bomb | |
I hit many | |
From bricks to | |
South Park, you dyin' with | |
KennyWhile you bailin', | |
I' m trailin' | |
Rockin' hard hat helmets, clip the satellite surveillance | |
When I walk by you better not be kickin' | |
Or I put two more in that | |
Terriyaki chicken | |
You' ve just been fitted for them seaman shoes | |
This is bottom of the lake raps | |
Stab you in the back | |
Kung fuFiftytwo cops can' t withstand the fiftytwo blocks | |
Unless they bust like fiftytwo shots | |
I' m the has been that have not | |
Battle kids at | |
Maxwell' s house | |
Know when | |
I' m good to the last drop | |
What' s my name, | |
Meth, his name' s | |
DocJust like urban | |
See me in the gran' transportation splurgin' | |
Drivin' with a turban who push a black suburban | |
Come on, we rollin' windows half down through the urban | |
Network law lay it down like a | |
PersianM to the | |
E to the F, spell curtain | |
Get out your car sucker | |
This ain' t yours | |
Robbed you with a gun that filled with paint balls | |
And brauds got the nerve to act funny | |
You a champagne ho, with kool aide money | |
Frown bitch, | |
Doc up in that town quick | |
You back down a point on | |
NFL blitzI' m lyin', buddah break fool and take two | |
And put your hole in the earth to escape through | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2 , 1, 2 | |
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
And if you say fuck me | |
I' ma say fuck you | |
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2, 2, 2 | |
Yeah, yoDJ scratch | |
Not ready for prime time playas | |
Mr. Meth, funk | |
DocDef Jam 2000 mutha fuckas | |
Calm me down, baby | |
Nod your head to this | |
Come onAh yo, this is | |
WKYA Radio | |
We are kickin' your motha fuckin ass | |
Yo FlexThats right it' s goin' down | |
Redman, method man, blackin the funk out | |
Now listen |
zuò cí : Noble, Smith, Spivey | |
Come on1, 2, 1, 2, uh uh1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Mr. Meth and | |
Doc1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Uh uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
DJ scratch on the track1, 2, 1, 21, 2, 1, 2 | |
Break your motha fuckin' back1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Ah yo, yoMy lyric is 8 ball, batter up play ball | |
Fuck ya' ll analog, niggas, we be digital | |
Subliminal comin', from the five star general | |
Attack you from the blind side | |
Invisible to the naked eye, where them criminals | |
Better have your eight essential vitamins and minerals | |
The wu is comin' through you know the outcome | |
Critical condition in your physical for injurin' | |
The officer and gentleman who stack by the | |
BenjaminOff a beat like this, | |
I keep a night stick | |
In case any stick up care, where heat might miss | |
I chicken fry rice bitch in a white trench | |
Bustin' off two macks, | |
I' m like I' m hit | |
Yo, I' m just playin', | |
I clear the crowd out | |
Like a peppa spray can sprayin' | |
I throw lightin' out the arms raiden | |
Go guard your prey | |
Next year | |
I do nothin' more than | |
Y2KWe sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2 , 1, 2 | |
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
And if you say fuck me | |
I' ma say fuck you | |
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
From debutant down to stripper | |
I' m too nonchalant, a drink mixed with four kinds of liquors | |
Catch me at the bar, ' | |
Fu Bar', ladies know who we are | |
And dream of fuckin' a star, who da scrub | |
Shotgun in this man car | |
Burnin' up, forever gettin' thrown out the club | |
It be us Paul, shot out and bugged | |
I smoke bud, sniff a bee' s ass to get a buzz | |
I' m everything you think you don' t know | |
Yo man, I throw a 5 in the power | |
Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed bumps40 miles per hour | |
I' m out at | |
Howard, next to | |
BaltimoreTakin' change out the fountains at shoppin' malls | |
Rats can only afford chuckecheese | |
The blood in my jeans is tough like | |
Buddy LeeSemidart auto off ya, blood coughin' | |
Meth pull a last spark plug with a heart pump | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2 , 1, 2 | |
Yo, wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
And if you say fuck me | |
I' ma say fuck you | |
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Call me Will, enemy | |
I stateWhen four doc run the scam | |
New jacks studderin', that the man from the upper hand | |
Punch, atomic bomb | |
I hit many | |
From bricks to | |
South Park, you dyin' with | |
KennyWhile you bailin', | |
I' m trailin' | |
Rockin' hard hat helmets, clip the satellite surveillance | |
When I walk by you better not be kickin' | |
Or I put two more in that | |
Terriyaki chicken | |
You' ve just been fitted for them seaman shoes | |
This is bottom of the lake raps | |
Stab you in the back | |
Kung fuFiftytwo cops can' t withstand the fiftytwo blocks | |
Unless they bust like fiftytwo shots | |
I' m the has been that have not | |
Battle kids at | |
Maxwell' s house | |
Know when | |
I' m good to the last drop | |
What' s my name, | |
Meth, his name' s | |
DocJust like urban | |
See me in the gran' transportation splurgin' | |
Drivin' with a turban who push a black suburban | |
Come on, we rollin' windows half down through the urban | |
Network law lay it down like a | |
PersianM to the | |
E to the F, spell curtain | |
Get out your car sucker | |
This ain' t yours | |
Robbed you with a gun that filled with paint balls | |
And brauds got the nerve to act funny | |
You a champagne ho, with kool aide money | |
Frown bitch, | |
Doc up in that town quick | |
You back down a point on | |
NFL blitzI' m lyin', buddah break fool and take two | |
And put your hole in the earth to escape through | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2 , 1, 2 | |
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
And if you say fuck me | |
I' ma say fuck you | |
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2, 2, 2 | |
Yeah, yoDJ scratch | |
Not ready for prime time playas | |
Mr. Meth, funk | |
DocDef Jam 2000 mutha fuckas | |
Calm me down, baby | |
Nod your head to this | |
Come onAh yo, this is | |
WKYA Radio | |
We are kickin' your motha fuckin ass | |
Yo FlexThats right it' s goin' down | |
Redman, method man, blackin the funk out | |
Now listen |