Method Man - Skunk Mix 歌词
| 歌曲 | Method Man - Skunk Mix |
| 歌手 | Wu-Tang Clan |
| 专辑 | Legend Of The Wu-Tang: Wu-Tang Clan's Greatest Hits |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Wu Tang Clan | |
| Intro part one：method man (album version) | |
| Yeahhh, torture motherfucker what? | |
| [torture nigga what?] | |
| What? | |
| I'll fuckin | |
| I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost | |
| With your ass cheeks spread out and shit | |
| Right? | |
| Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there | |
| For like a half hour | |
| Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like | |
| Tssssssss | |
| [yeah, i'll fuckin | |
| Yeah i'll fuckin lay your nuts on a fuckin dresser | |
| Just your nuts layin on a fuckin dresser | |
| And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin bat] | |
| Ooooohhhh | |
| [whassup? blaowww!!] | |
| I'll fuckin | |
| I'll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth | |
| And stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, blaoww!! | |
| [i'll fuckin] | |
| [i'll fuckin | |
| I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick | |
| Off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker] | |
| I'll fuckin | |
| I'll fuckin | |
| Sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you | |
| And feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you | |
| Intro part two: genius (all versions) | |
| [yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice | |
| Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? yeah? | |
| Niggaz is whylin, check it out kid] | |
| From the slums of shaolin, wu-tang clan strikes again | |
| The rza, the gza, ol dirty bastard, inspectah deck, raekwon the chef | |
| U-god, ghost face killer and the method man | |
| M-e-t, h-o-d, man | |
| M-e-t, h-o-d, man | |
| M-e-t, h-o-d, man | |
| M-e-t, h-o-d, man | |
| Verse one: | |
| Hey, you, get off my cloud | |
| You don't know me and you don't know my style | |
| Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam? | |
| Here i am here i am, the method man | |
| Patty cake patty cake hey the method man | |
| Don't eat skippy, jif or peter pan | |
| Peanut butter, cuz i'm not butter | |
| In fact i snap back like a rubber | |
| Band, i be sam sam i am | |
| And i dont eat green eggs and ham | |
| Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn | |
| You be like oh shit that's the jam | |
| Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild | |
| I'm about to blow light me up | |
| Upside downside inside and outside | |
| Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt | |
| I am, the one and only method man | |
| The master of the plan wrappin shit like saran | |
| Wrap, with some of this and some of that | |
| Hold up (what?) i tawt i tat i putty tat | |
| Over there, but i think he best to beware | |
| Of the diggy dog shit right here | |
| Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo | |
| Like deck said this aint your average flow | |
| Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah | |
| Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw | |
| The poetry's in motion coast to coast and | |
| Rub it on your skin like lotion | |
| What's the commotion, oh my lord | |
| Another corn chopped by the wu-tang sword | |
| Hey hey hey like fat albert | |
| It's the method man ain't no if ands about it | |
| It's the method | |
| Break: | |
| All right, y'all get ya white owls, get ya meth, get ya skins | |
| Don't forget your fourty | |
| And we gonna do it like this | |
| I got, fat bags of skunk | |
| I got, white owl blunts | |
| And i'm about to go get lifted | |
| Yes i'm about to go get lifted | |
| I got, myself a fourty | |
| I got, myself a shorty | |
| And i'm about to go and stick it | |
| Yes i'm about to go and stick it | |
| Verse two: | |
| Uhh | |
| H-u-f-f huff and i puff | |
| Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin | |
| Zoom, i hit the mic like boom | |
| Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes | |
| Question what exactly is a panty raider | |
| Ill behaviour savior or major flavor | |
| All of the above oh yeah plus i do so | |
| Also flam i'm the man call me super | |
| Not an average joe with an average flow | |
| Doing average things with average hoes | |
| Yo i'm super i'll make a bitch squirm | |
| For my, su-per sperm (check it) | |
| Check it i give it to ya raw butt naked | |
| I smell sess pass the method | |
| Let's get lifted as i kick ballistics | |
| Missles and shoot game like a pistol | |
| Clip is loaded when i click bang dang | |
| A wu-tang slug hits your brain | |
| J-u-m-p jump and i thump | |
| Make girls rumps like pump and humpty hump | |
| Wow, the shaolin style is all in me | |
| Child, the whole damn isle is callin me | |
| P-a-n-t-y-r-a-i-d-e-r mad raw i don't cry | |
| Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me | |
| Ooh i be the super sperm | |
| Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie | |
| Freak a flow and flow fancy free | |
| Now how many licks does it take | |
| For me to hit the tootsie roll center of a break | |
| Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep wu-tang | |
| Fadin motherfuckers like bleach | |
| So to each and every crew | |
| You're clear like glass i can see right through | |
| You're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'd | |
| And ya didnt have friends to begin with | |
| I'm | |
| M-e-t, h-o-d, man | |
| M-e-t, h-o-d, man | |
| M-e-t, h-o-d, man | |
| M-e-t, h-o-d, man | |
| Here i am, here i am, the method man | |
| Outro: rza | |
| Straight from the slums of shaolin | |
| Wu-tang killa b'z on a swarm | |
| [your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid] | |
| *coughing* | |
| [word to mother, method man signing off, peace] |
| zuo ci : Wu Tang Clan | |
| Intro part one: method man album version | |
| Yeahhh, torture motherfucker what? | |
| torture nigga what? | |
| What? | |
| I' ll fuckin | |
| I' ll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost | |
| With your ass cheeks spread out and shit | |
| Right? | |
| Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there | |
| For like a half hour | |
| Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like | |
| Tssssssss | |
| yeah, i' ll fuckin | |
| Yeah i' ll fuckin lay your nuts on a fuckin dresser | |
| Just your nuts layin on a fuckin dresser | |
| And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin bat | |
| Ooooohhhh | |
| whassup? blaowww!! | |
| I' ll fuckin | |
| I' ll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth | |
| And stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, blaoww!! | |
| i' ll fuckin | |
| i' ll fuckin | |
| I' ll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick | |
| Off a fuckin twelve stostory building out this motherfucker | |
| I' ll fuckin | |
| I' ll fuckin | |
| Sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you | |
| And feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you | |
| Intro part two: genius all versions | |
| yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice | |
| Yo, so it' s going down like that, huh? yeah? | |
| Niggaz is whylin, check it out kid | |
| From the slums of shaolin, wutang clan strikes again | |
| The rza, the gza, ol dirty bastard, inspectah deck, raekwon the chef | |
| Ugod, ghost face killer and the method man | |
| Met, hod, man | |
| Met, hod, man | |
| Met, hod, man | |
| Met, hod, man | |
| Verse one: | |
| Hey, you, get off my cloud | |
| You don' t know me and you don' t know my style | |
| Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam? | |
| Here i am here i am, the method man | |
| Patty cake patty cake hey the method man | |
| Don' t eat skippy, jif or peter pan | |
| Peanut butter, cuz i' m not butter | |
| In fact i snap back like a rubber | |
| Band, i be sam sam i am | |
| And i dont eat green eggs and ham | |
| Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn | |
| You be like oh shit that' s the jam | |
| Turn it up now hear me get buckwuwuwild | |
| I' m about to blow light me up | |
| Upside downside inside and outside | |
| Hittin you from every angle there' s no doubt | |
| I am, the one and only method man | |
| The master of the plan wrappin shit like saran | |
| Wrap, with some of this and some of that | |
| Hold up what? i tawt i tat i putty tat | |
| Over there, but i think he best to beware | |
| Of the diggy dog shit right here | |
| Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo | |
| Like deck said this aint your average flow | |
| Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah | |
| Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw | |
| The poetry' s in motion coast to coast and | |
| Rub it on your skin like lotion | |
| What' s the commotion, oh my lord | |
| Another corn chopped by the wutang sword | |
| Hey hey hey like fat albert | |
| It' s the method man ain' t no if ands about it | |
| It' s the method | |
| Break: | |
| All right, y' all get ya white owls, get ya meth, get ya skins | |
| Don' t forget your fourty | |
| And we gonna do it like this | |
| I got, fat bags of skunk | |
| I got, white owl blunts | |
| And i' m about to go get lifted | |
| Yes i' m about to go get lifted | |
| I got, myself a fourty | |
| I got, myself a shorty | |
| And i' m about to go and stick it | |
| Yes i' m about to go and stick it | |
| Verse two: | |
| Uhh | |
| Huff huff and i puff | |
| Blow like snow when the cold wind' s blowin | |
| Zoom, i hit the mic like boom | |
| Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes | |
| Question what exactly is a panty raider | |
| Ill behaviour savior or major flavor | |
| All of the above oh yeah plus i do so | |
| Also flam i' m the man call me super | |
| Not an average joe with an average flow | |
| Doing average things with average hoes | |
| Yo i' m super i' ll make a bitch squirm | |
| For my, super sperm check it | |
| Check it i give it to ya raw butt naked | |
| I smell sess pass the method | |
| Let' s get lifted as i kick ballistics | |
| Missles and shoot game like a pistol | |
| Clip is loaded when i click bang dang | |
| A wutang slug hits your brain | |
| Jump jump and i thump | |
| Make girls rumps like pump and humpty hump | |
| Wow, the shaolin style is all in me | |
| Child, the whole damn isle is callin me | |
| Pantyraider mad raw i don' t cry | |
| Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me | |
| Ooh i be the super sperm | |
| Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie | |
| Freak a flow and flow fancy free | |
| Now how many licks does it take | |
| For me to hit the tootsie roll center of a break | |
| Peep and don' t sleep the crews mad deep wutang | |
| Fadin motherfuckers like bleach | |
| So to each and every crew | |
| You' re clear like glass i can see right through | |
| You' re whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic' d | |
| And ya didnt have friends to begin with | |
| I' m | |
| Met, hod, man | |
| Met, hod, man | |
| Met, hod, man | |
| Met, hod, man | |
| Here i am, here i am, the method man | |
| Outro: rza | |
| Straight from the slums of shaolin | |
| Wutang killa b' z on a swarm | |
| your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid | |
| coughing | |
| word to mother, method man signing off, peace |
| zuò cí : Wu Tang Clan | |
| Intro part one: method man album version | |
| Yeahhh, torture motherfucker what? | |
| torture nigga what? | |
| What? | |
| I' ll fuckin | |
| I' ll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost | |
| With your ass cheeks spread out and shit | |
| Right? | |
| Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there | |
| For like a half hour | |
| Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like | |
| Tssssssss | |
| yeah, i' ll fuckin | |
| Yeah i' ll fuckin lay your nuts on a fuckin dresser | |
| Just your nuts layin on a fuckin dresser | |
| And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin bat | |
| Ooooohhhh | |
| whassup? blaowww!! | |
| I' ll fuckin | |
| I' ll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth | |
| And stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, blaoww!! | |
| i' ll fuckin | |
| i' ll fuckin | |
| I' ll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick | |
| Off a fuckin twelve stostory building out this motherfucker | |
| I' ll fuckin | |
| I' ll fuckin | |
| Sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you | |
| And feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you | |
| Intro part two: genius all versions | |
| yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice | |
| Yo, so it' s going down like that, huh? yeah? | |
| Niggaz is whylin, check it out kid | |
| From the slums of shaolin, wutang clan strikes again | |
| The rza, the gza, ol dirty bastard, inspectah deck, raekwon the chef | |
| Ugod, ghost face killer and the method man | |
| Met, hod, man | |
| Met, hod, man | |
| Met, hod, man | |
| Met, hod, man | |
| Verse one: | |
| Hey, you, get off my cloud | |
| You don' t know me and you don' t know my style | |
| Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam? | |
| Here i am here i am, the method man | |
| Patty cake patty cake hey the method man | |
| Don' t eat skippy, jif or peter pan | |
| Peanut butter, cuz i' m not butter | |
| In fact i snap back like a rubber | |
| Band, i be sam sam i am | |
| And i dont eat green eggs and ham | |
| Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn | |
| You be like oh shit that' s the jam | |
| Turn it up now hear me get buckwuwuwild | |
| I' m about to blow light me up | |
| Upside downside inside and outside | |
| Hittin you from every angle there' s no doubt | |
| I am, the one and only method man | |
| The master of the plan wrappin shit like saran | |
| Wrap, with some of this and some of that | |
| Hold up what? i tawt i tat i putty tat | |
| Over there, but i think he best to beware | |
| Of the diggy dog shit right here | |
| Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo | |
| Like deck said this aint your average flow | |
| Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah | |
| Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw | |
| The poetry' s in motion coast to coast and | |
| Rub it on your skin like lotion | |
| What' s the commotion, oh my lord | |
| Another corn chopped by the wutang sword | |
| Hey hey hey like fat albert | |
| It' s the method man ain' t no if ands about it | |
| It' s the method | |
| Break: | |
| All right, y' all get ya white owls, get ya meth, get ya skins | |
| Don' t forget your fourty | |
| And we gonna do it like this | |
| I got, fat bags of skunk | |
| I got, white owl blunts | |
| And i' m about to go get lifted | |
| Yes i' m about to go get lifted | |
| I got, myself a fourty | |
| I got, myself a shorty | |
| And i' m about to go and stick it | |
| Yes i' m about to go and stick it | |
| Verse two: | |
| Uhh | |
| Huff huff and i puff | |
| Blow like snow when the cold wind' s blowin | |
| Zoom, i hit the mic like boom | |
| Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes | |
| Question what exactly is a panty raider | |
| Ill behaviour savior or major flavor | |
| All of the above oh yeah plus i do so | |
| Also flam i' m the man call me super | |
| Not an average joe with an average flow | |
| Doing average things with average hoes | |
| Yo i' m super i' ll make a bitch squirm | |
| For my, super sperm check it | |
| Check it i give it to ya raw butt naked | |
| I smell sess pass the method | |
| Let' s get lifted as i kick ballistics | |
| Missles and shoot game like a pistol | |
| Clip is loaded when i click bang dang | |
| A wutang slug hits your brain | |
| Jump jump and i thump | |
| Make girls rumps like pump and humpty hump | |
| Wow, the shaolin style is all in me | |
| Child, the whole damn isle is callin me | |
| Pantyraider mad raw i don' t cry | |
| Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me | |
| Ooh i be the super sperm | |
| Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie | |
| Freak a flow and flow fancy free | |
| Now how many licks does it take | |
| For me to hit the tootsie roll center of a break | |
| Peep and don' t sleep the crews mad deep wutang | |
| Fadin motherfuckers like bleach | |
| So to each and every crew | |
| You' re clear like glass i can see right through | |
| You' re whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic' d | |
| And ya didnt have friends to begin with | |
| I' m | |
| Met, hod, man | |
| Met, hod, man | |
| Met, hod, man | |
| Met, hod, man | |
| Here i am, here i am, the method man | |
| Outro: rza | |
| Straight from the slums of shaolin | |
| Wutang killa b' z on a swarm | |
| your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid | |
| coughing | |
| word to mother, method man signing off, peace |
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