Method Man - Afterparty Lyrics
[Intro: Method Man]Damn... yo, yo[Method Man]Woke up in the morning, like ten A.MWalked passed the Listerine, went straight for the ginOsama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin[Ghostface Killah]Yo, Meth, the mailman![Method Man]Yo, Ghost, let him in![Ghostface Killah]Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, hereRight by the X, my bad, here's a pen[Method Man]Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchenMy keys is missin', my trees is missin'No more parties, cuz Doc need to listen[Ghostface Killah]Cuz something in my closet, go look (he's a pissin')I cursed this ***** out, we be laid back[Method Man]Half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warmMad strong, this is John John, pro and con phenomenonStretch with a morning yawn, party 'til the break of dawnLadies throw your faces on, sing it when the break come on[Chorus: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]Each (meet) son (see)Boats (suites) dough (beats)No cat give you these, rap flow triple g'sMeth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride[Ghostface Killah]Wu-Tang, the best rap group of all timeRush little shotgun, rest around nineRefrigerator, fish and sweets with no swineDirty and Meth guest room with four dimesAnd U-G. had a master headacheHim and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, gettin' that cakeWhere Divine at? Wine atTell a DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it wit a blind backDime sack, you know we blew that wit the cognacThem bowling ball lead head niggaz, we call them pawn yacks[Method Man]I say my girl, like to party all the time, GhostSpend up my ends, every week, she always crime brokeThank God it's friday, I just got paidFeelin' good like I just got laidThe next drink's on me, instead of, oh God, you think O.GWhite girls they comin' out, like they Pink on ESo you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardlessWe got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin' garbageIs where it's crackin' at, Street is you passin' that?Mami's is grabbin' ass, Johnny, I'm grabbin' backYou know my habitat, you know my peoplesIf you wit me, where you atThere ain't nothin' compared to that, come on![Chorus: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]Each (meet) son (see)Boats (suites) dough (beats)No flows ill as these, him and Ghost, nigga pleaseMeth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride[Hook: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)] [2x]I got me some Seagram's ginEverybody got they cup, but they chipped in(These cheap mutha*****as be grown ass menTight mutha*****as finish your shit then they bounce off with them)Come back again, drunk off your ginAnd when they try to get you for they ends, that's no friendThat's no friend, eh, eh[Outro: Method Man]Yeah, greedy mutha*****as, always wanna get highBut never wanna buy, first one to come to the partyLast one to leave, man, ***** all thatAiyo, Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we come from man..
