Текст (слова) песни: Method Man - The What

[Verse One: Notorious, Meth]

I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick
To stop me from that HIV shit
And niggaz know thet like a Twinkie filling
Playin the villian
Prepare for this rap killin
Biggie Smallz is the illest
Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered
"What you talkin bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank White
is here to excite and
throw dick toykes
Bitches I like em brainless
Guns I like em stainless steel
I wan the fuckin Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
Don`t tempt me (T-H-O-D Man)
You don`t want to fuck with Biggie

Here I am, I`ll be damned if this ain`t hit
Come to spread butter deliverage over hominy grit
It`s the low killer death trap, yes I`m a jet black ninja
Comin where you rest at, surrender
Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender
Lookin cold booty like your pussy in December
Nigga stobitchin, button up ya lip and
From Method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippin
Hey, I`ll be kickin, you son, you doin all the yappin
Actin as if it can`t happen
You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin
Yo I`m from Shaolin, Island, and ain`t afraid to bust somethin
So what cha want nigga, ya punk nigga
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It`s real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kickin down your god damn door (and it goes a lil somethin like this)

[Chorus:]

Fuck the world, don`t ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta work hard fot it
Honies shake your hips, ya don`t stop
And niggaz pack the clips, keep on

[Verse Two: Meth, Notorious]

Verse two, comin with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical, puttin niggaz back in I.C.U.
I`m lifted troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew
I got connections, I`ll get that ass stuck like glue, huh
No question, I be comin down and shit
Yo I gets rugged as a motherfuckin carpet get
And niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
I spark and they cells get warm
I`m not a gentle, man, I`m a Method, Man!
Baby accept it, utmost respect it
(Assume the position) Stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens

Welcome to my center
Honies feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter
Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed
And when my Mac unloads
I`m guaranteed another video
Ready to die, why I act that way?
Pop Duke left Mom Duke
The faggot took the back way
So instead of makin hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-up
Cause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPS
Excuse me, flows just grow through me
Like trees to branches
Cliffs to avalanches
It`s the praying mantis
Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus

(I got more glocks and techs than you)
I make it hot (Nigga won`t even stand next to you)
Nigga touch me you better bust me
tree times in the head
Or motherfucker`s dead, ya thought so

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Method Man - The What [Verse One: Notorious, Meth] I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick To stop me from that HIV shit And niggaz know thet like a Twinkie filling Playin the villian Prepare for this rap killin Biggie Smallz is the illest Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered "What you talkin bout Willis?" The thrill is gone, the black Frank White is here to excite and throw dick toykes Bitches I like em brainless Guns I like em stainless steel I wan the fuckin Fortune like the Wheel I squeeze gats till my clips is empty Don`t tempt me (T-H-O-D Man) You don`t want to fuck with Biggie Here I am, I`ll be damned if this ain`t hit Come to spread butter deliverage over hominy grit It`s the low killer death trap, yes I`m a jet black ninja Comin where you rest at, surrender Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender Lookin cold booty like your pussy in December Nigga stobitchin, button up ya lip and From Method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippin Hey, I`ll be kickin, you son, you doin all the yappin Actin as if it can`t happen You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin Yo I`m from Shaolin, Island, and ain`t afraid to bust somethin So what cha want nigga, ya punk nigga I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger It`s real, ninety-four, rugged raw Kickin down your god damn door (and it goes a lil somethin like this) [Chorus:] Fuck the world, don`t ask me for shit And everything you get ya gotta work hard fot it Honies shake your hips, ya don`t stop And niggaz pack the clips, keep on [Verse Two: Meth, Notorious] Verse two, comin with that Olde E brew Meth-tical, puttin niggaz back in I.C.U. I`m lifted troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew I got connections, I`ll get that ass stuck like glue, huh No question, I be comin down and shit Yo I gets rugged as a motherfuckin carpet get And niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the mental I spark and they cells get warm I`m not a gentle, man, I`m a Method, Man! Baby accept it, utmost respect it (Assume the position) Stop look and listen I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens Welcome to my center Honies feel it deep in they placenta Cold as the pole in the winter Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed And when my Mac unloads I`m guaranteed another video Ready to die, why I act that way? Pop Duke left Mom Duke The faggot took the back way So instead of makin hoes suck my dick up I used to do stick-up Cause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPS Excuse me, flows just grow through me Like trees to branches Cliffs to avalanches It`s the praying mantis Deep like the mind of Farrakhan A motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus (I got more glocks and techs than you) I make it hot (Nigga won`t even stand next to you) Nigga touch me you better bust me tree times in the head Or motherfucker`s dead, ya thought so [Chorus: repeat 2X] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The What: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/6706.html Все тексты песен: Method Man » Method Man - Freestyle » Method Man - No Hooks » Method Man - Fuhgidabowdit » Method Man - The What » Method Man - Kane`s Theme * » Method Man - Meth vs. Chef » Method Man - Retro Godfather » Method Man - Step By Step » Method Man - Lyrical .44 » Method Man - Judgement Day » Method Man - 2 Tears In A Bucket » Method Man - Release Yo Delf » Method Man - Round and Round (Part 2) » Method Man - Pussy Pop » Method Man - How High (Remix) » Method Man - What The Beat » Method Man - And Justice For All » Method Man - Sub Crazy » Method Man - Sweet Love » Method Man - Tease Рекомендуем скачать: » Хабарова Кира - Письмо в зону » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Я люблю » Хабарова Кира - Кривые ножки » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Надо выбрать день » Хромов Юра - РАЗГОВОР СО СВЕЧОЙ » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Средняя школа №7 (А мы любили) » Хромов Юра - ТОСКА » Хвостенко Алексей - Олимпийское проклятье » Хромов Юра - ТАЕЖНАЯ СКАЗКА » Хвостенко Алексей - Симпозион » Хабарова Кира - Пиво » Хромов Юра - ПОЙ, САКСОФОН ! » Хвостенко Алексей - Прославление Олега Соханевича » Хромов Юра - МЫ НЕ ПРОЩАЕМСЯ » Хвостенко Алексей - Сучка с сумочкой » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Беда » Хабарова Кира - Вышка » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Брат » Хвостенко Алексей - Стриптиз во вкусе ООН » Хабарова Кира - Петербург
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