Текст (слова) песни: Method Man f Ghostface Killah - Afterparty

 
[Intro: Method Man] 
Damn... yo, yo 
 
[Method Man] 
Woke up in the morning, like ten A.M 
Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin 
Osama 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, here 
Right by the X, my bad, here`s a pen 
 
[Method Man] 
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen 
My 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 bitch out, we be laid back 
 
[Method Man] 
Half a box of cereal gone, my milk`s warm 
Mad strong, this is John John, pro and con phenomenon 
Stretch with a morning yawn, party `til the break of dawn 
Ladies 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`s 
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride 
 
[Ghostface Killah] 
Wu-Tang, the best rap group of all time 
Rush little shotgun, rest around nine 
Refrigerator, fish and sweets with no swine 
Dirty and Meth guest room with four dimes 
And U-G. had a master headache 
Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, gettin` that cake 
Where Divine at? Wine at 
Tell a DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it wit a blind back 
Dime sack, you know we blew that wit the cognac 
Them bowling ball lead head niggaz, we call them pawn yacks 
 
[Method Man] 
I say my girl, like to party all the time, Ghost 
Spend up my ends, every week, she always crime broke 
Thank God it`s friday, I just got paid 
Feelin` good like I just got laid 
The next drink`s on me, instead of, oh God, you think O.G 
White girls they comin` out, like they Pink on E 
So you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardless 
We got the `dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin` garbage 
Is where it`s crackin` at, Street is you passin` that? 
Mami`s is grabbin` ass, Johnny, I`m grabbin` back 
You know my habitat, you know my peoples 
If you wit me, where you at 
There 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 please 
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride 
 
[Hook 2X: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)] 
I got me some Seagram`s gin 
Everybody got they cup, but they ain`t shit there 
(These cheap muthafuckas be grown ass men 
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off with them) 
Come back again, drunk off your gin 
And when they try to get you for they ends, that`s no friend 
That`s no friend, eh, eh 
 
[Outro: Method Man] 
Yeah, greedy muthafuckas, always wanna get high 
But never wanna buy, first one to come to the party 
Last one to leave, man, fuck all that 
Aiyo, Mr. Streetlife, tell `em where we come from man..
 

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