Method Man - Uh Huh Lyrics
"Bus driver -- this here gal refused to give me her seat!"[Intro: Method Man]Everybody... huh, yeahYeah, uh, uh, uh, now, uh, yeah, yo[Method Man]What up my people equal?, this be Tical: The PrequelShine up the desert eagle, light up that extra lethalI mean that "ooh wee", three years and two g'sI'm back with new trees, I wrapped in loose leafsWhile ya'll was just rappin', who get the set crackin'?Just like a neck snappin', let's get this next platinumWhat's happ'n Def Jam? Remember Meth Man?I held your hand through them years when ya'll was stressed, famThat's why I still love you and Russell still hustleLet's get to pumpin' iron, and flex some real muscleUp in this ***** due, my click is Rick RudeAnd I ain't got the ivory, this ain't the flick, dudeSomebody told me, ya'll can't hold meNaughty By Nature, do my dirt all by my lonelyYou need back off *****, you don't know meGot to leave these hoes alone, they too nosey[Chorus: Method Man]Meth is killin', M.C. killin'What more can I say, stop grillin'That's what niggas get for actin' HollywoodAnd since ya'll understood... would you?Would you? Would you? Would you?Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, eyThat dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey[Method Man]Ok, the love issue, don't let that love get youMy brothers love pistol, doin' they thug dizzleBet ya'll ain't know, did you?, that I'm a pro, did you?Until the flow hit you, ***** it, I'm officialBone wit more gristle, thrown from chrome nickelPlace that don't tickle, can't wait to zone wit youI'm hard as stone chisel, Meth got his own littleFormula to go triple -- for shizzleYa'll know my occupation, I'm puttin' in the workSo any imitation, I'm puttin' in the dirtThat shit is aggravatin', why ya'll procrastinatin'I got some massive waitin', and she probably masturbatin'Welcome to New Yitty, where half is two fiftyIf I got a problem, then that's one problem too manySo don't tempt me, I'll bust until I'm emptySwiftly, that way, I get the chance to take you with me, mutha*****a![Chorus][Method Man]Yo, I got style, H rap round, back up and back downAct up, we back clown, last up to bat nowIt's me Ticallion, swing like Barry BondsMommy got a ratty thong, happy cuz daddy goneTurn it up it a little bit, a notch, and it'll getCook it once the griddle gets so hot, good lookin' kidOk, now where was I? Prepared, was IYour man broke his jaw tryin' to say what ISay on this mic, not a day in your life, could yaSay I ain't nice, could ya? If I ain't nice, would ya?Get off my dick and tell your ***** to come her, she stuntin'Can hear me "cummin'" like my dick's in her ear or somethin'I put that on my momma, she put that on her kidsHe put that chrome on your dome and blowed ya *****in' wigThat's how it is, ask Bobby Dig'We back on your block, with 'nuff shots to give, mutha*****a![Chorus 2X]
