| Big Dogs |
| Check it, check it out Yo, Yeah Check it, check it out Yo, word up Check it, check it out Yo Check it, check it out Yeah Y'all Check it, check it out Iron Lung Check it, check it out... (Method Man and Redman) Call us gorillas of the mist Ron G vocalists Codename, Doc! Whats ya name? Hot Nigs Who them slick kids? Puffin' that shit holdin they dicks? Yo them same two drivin' ya wheels fuckin' ya bitch Hold me down son... Yo I hold you down with that pound You gotta lot of bitches! But yo where they at now? Diggy down down we reservoir dogs, you puppy chow chow Got my mittens on the kitten, makin' it meow meow Yo we bringin' beef to ya till ya infested with the mad cow disease We set to load cocks and squeeze BOOYAH We too hard to hold off One arm slam ya like nickelite vocal chords When I dip dip dive her, the anti-socialiser Everything be ice cream Observe the fruity glaze yo We rock and knock ya fuckin' whole team off the roster Starting line up: Iron lung, Funk Doctor Get gone with the big dogs Get gone with the big dogs (Method Man) Johnny blaze the ghost rider Ghost stories by the camp fire We nightbreeds, vampire! Duckin' from the headrushin' Wu-Tang production Percussions bringin' repercussions I hold my mic sideways, bust em! Another one bites the dust, and.. Cardiac arrest, clutchin', ya chest suckin' Ya last breath came on, period. Meth, niggaz diein' from papercuts Bleedin' to death Down these mean streets Johnny quest From AsCap to Nasdaq get that money sack These habitats aint no place to raise a family at These alley cats be at war with these dirty rats So watch ya back, when you come to the slum There aint nowhere to run from the iron as a lung Phasers on stun! I be givin' it to some My place bears over as my Uzi ways a ton Word up meth, oh! Get gone with the big dogs Get gone with the big dogs Get gone with the big dogs Get gone with the big dogs Yo (Redman) Pot and cock The don one doc Send crews back to the shoe-shine box Connect the dots My Description: Black male Yellow Di-Mellow I make it hard for MC's to run neck and elbow With D.O Pee-no-cho Be low, knows to duck When he hears the bike with the squeeky clutch Swallow this hard act to follow You can parachute off my slang and use my rhymes to toggle I'm tense, so smooth I cant be fingerprinted I stomp harder in slow motion Yo Fuck your applaud Bitches still rush me like they rush the store Before the soul train award The corporated law Whoever aint wrong get they hand chopped by Jamal with the Wu-swarmin' My crew specialise in: Snakin ya bitch, Rattlin' you while you on the floor Shakin' and shit I'm doin me, now I'll do you Yo who you? Doc! I bomb shit to the conflict's crutial I be the black El Nino I mean, yo I'm supreme like the team show with ya page of cream four To see em sit down? Yo, Nah we get the fuck up! And leave the one ya with Then take her from Usher Thats right, 600 with chrome pipes US Marshall's out to pin us up like snipes Blow it and drive Fuck takin' me and Meth alive Ay yo you lick that-a-way You lick out the other side! Yeah.. Yeah.. |