Method Man - Big Dogs Lyrics
Check it, check it out (8x in background)[e-dub] uh-huh, yeah yeah.. ahh yeah word up[meth] yo, yo-yo[e-dub] uhh..[red] yo, yo, yo![e-dub] redman.. ahh yo, iron lung[red] yo-yo-yo, yo..Yo-yo, yo-yo[e-dub] word, e-dub uhh, word.. yo[redman]Call us guerillas of the mist, raunchy vocalists(your code name) docWhats your name? (hot nix)(who them slick kids puffin that shit holdin they dicks? )Yo them same two, drivin your whip, *****in your *****(hold me down son!) yo, I hold you down with the pound(you got a lot of biscuits? ) aiyyo but where they at now?[method man]Diggy down down we resevoir dogs, you puppy chow-chowGot 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) *****s and squeeze(boo-yah!) we too hard to hold off(one arm slam ya like nicoli volkov)When I dip-dip-diva (diva) the anti-socializa (liza)Everything be ice cream, observe the frusen-gladje[redman]We rock ya, knock ya *****in whole team off the rosterStarting lineup, iron lung (and funk doctor)..funk with the big dogs (4x)[method man]Johnny blaze the ghostrider (uhh)Ghost stories by the campfire (uhh) we night breed (vam-pire!)Be duckin from the head rushin (uhh) wu-tang production (uhh)Percussions bringin repercussions (uhh) I hold my mike sideways bustinAnother one bites the dust and (uhh)Cardiac arrest clutchin (uhh) your chest suckin (uhh)Your last breath, m-r, period, methNiggaz, dyin from papercuts, bleedin to deathDown these mean streets johnny quest (uhh)From ascap to nasdaq, get that money sack (uhh)These habitats aint no place to raise a family atThese alley cats (ha) be at war with these dirty rats (uhh)So watch your back when you come to the slumsThere aint nowhere to run from the iron lizard lung (uhh)Phasers on stun - I be givin it to sonMy plate spares no one, miuzi weighs a ton[e-dub] word up, meth yo..funk with the big dogs (4x)[e-dub] yeah, uh-huh, yeahCheck it, check it out (2x)..funk with the big dogs[e-dub] yeah dynamic duo, uhh[redman]pon *****, the don juan docSend crews back to the shoeshine box, connect the dotsMy description, black male, yellowed and mellowI make it hard for mcs to run neck and elbowWith d-o, penal code, deebo knowsTo duck when he hear the bike, wit the squeaky clutchSwallow this hard act to followYou could parachute off my slang and use my, rhymes to toggleIm tense, so smooth I cant be fingerprintedI stomp harder in slow motion.. den, den-den-denYo, ***** your applaud, *****es still rush meLike they rushed the store before soul train awardsIncorporate a law, whoever aint raw get they hand choppedBy jamal with the wu sword (whoooo-eeeee!)My crew specialize in, snakin your *****Robbin you, while you on the floor, shakin and shitIm doin me now do you (yo, who you? ) docI bomb shit til the conflicts crucial, iBe the black el nino, I mean yo, Im supremeLike the team show witcha paid yo cream fo(to see us sit down? ) yo, nah we get the ***** up(and leave the one you wit) then take her from usherThats right, six-double-oh with chrome pipesU.s. marshals, out to pen us up like snipes(throw it in drive) ***** takin me and meth alive!(aiyyo you lick that a-way) you lick out the other side![e-dub] ohh, yeah yeah
