Текст (слова) песни: Method Man and Redman - America`s Most

 
Yo, welcome 
This is MC sharper image 
I`m standing here with my dog technology 
And we are here to uplift you mind 
and upgrade your systems 
so come on down everyone that wants to get some 
plug in and boot, and boot 
 
[Method Man] 
Yo, Yo, I couldn`t give a rat`s ass 
I`ve come to eat grub and slap ass 
And show my whole entire black ass 
Y`all know the saying he who laughs last laughs loudest 
Bang the loudest, can`t a coward do a thing `bout it 
What the bum-ba claat like "aye carumba" 
Here`s my name and number, lets "La Rhumba" 
Doc, it makes me wonder; how many heads has Heather Hunter`s 
How many different conclusions to come to 
And my sixteen bars meth, hittin` too hard 
With a total disregard for whole entourage 
Rap phenom, slap your ass, snap your thong to my theme song 
And hope you don`t get clap upon 
Who that kid, as dirty as that Ol` Dirty Bastard 
Who that kid, who pack a tool belt and dirty belt and dirty ratchet 
Set your tape recorder, lock down your daughter 
Soon as a touch the rap game, out of order 
 
[Redman] 
Do I get brollic 
Gimme that car ill show you how to flip mileage 
Gimme that mic, ill short it with a quick wattage 
Skip college for the big wallet 
The ape with a fire escape from the weight of a hit product 
My draft is cold like miller beer 
When you hear it, you see more stars than tigger`s cheer 
The red nigga here, and its out of control 
Something like when Ron Gold` went out with Nicole 
I`ll bring it back to the streets where the crooks belong 
And if it ain`t come back raw, you cooked it wrong 
Gangsta bomb, hold your nose 
At the show, ill be shittin` out my mouth like my colon closed 
Me and meth, 100 proof, in case y`all a biter 
And ovaries, feel these great ball of fire 
(Doc, where the lighter) I`m hemming them up 
Coffee grind them and put them in a vanilla dutch 
 
[Hook] (with America`s` most after the end of each line) 
Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that 
Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that 
Beback , that what it all about now ,be that 
We not playin` (knowwhatinsayn` sonsayin) 
Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that 
Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that 
Beback , that what it all about now ,be that 
Fuck with the meth(knowwhatinsayn` sonsayin) 
 
[Method Man] 
I`m looking at you killers like you stole something, fuck ya life 
Trust my niggaz, sometimes for I trust my wife 
Fuck it, I`m nice, y`all don`t be rushing the mic 
With your guns in your left hand 
Not bustin` it right 
Ain`t no I in the team 
Ain`t no eyen` my cream 
I`m a semi-auto, clean 
Rapid-fire machine 
Cocky, six foot three with knock knees 
Attract hoodrats for blocks cause I got cheese 
 
[Redman] 
yo, dude I carry cheese, but I don`t flaunt it 
when the towel it thrown it, you know there`s grown men that spoke on it 
We both want it, the Trackmasters 
Puncturing holes in the beat when a vocal tone poke on it 
Barbaric, my caddie truck beyond average 
with the same size wheels that on a horse carriage 
up in the air , spot my dudes 
Rollin` over shit like B. Rhymes on mountain dew 
 
[Hook] - repeat 2X
 

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