Method Man - Big Dogs
(album "Tical 2000: Judgement Day", lu 469 fois)

Def Squad, Wu Tang

(Check it, check it out)

Yo yo Method Man, yo yo Iron Lungs
Call us gorillas in the myst
Raunchy vocalist
Your code name
Doc
Whats yo' name
Hot Nix
Who them slick kids puffin that shit holdin they dicks
Yo them same two drivin yo whip fuckin yo bitch
Hold me down son
Yo, I hold you down with the pound
You got a lot of buiscits
Ayo but where they at now?
Diggy down yo we resevior dogs, you puppy chow-chow
Got my mittens on the kitten, lickin it now-now
Yo we bring the beef to you, infest it with the mad cow
Disease
We set to load
Cock and squeeze
Booya!
We too hard to hold off
One arm slam ya like Nicoli Volkov
When i dip dip dappa
Dappa
The anti-socializa
Liza
Everything be ice cream from (?)
We rock ya, knock ya fuckin whole team off the roster
Starting lineup, Iron Lung
The funk docta

Johnny blaze the ghost rider
Ghost stories by the campfire
The night breed vampire!
Duckin from the head rushin
Wu-Tang production
Precussions bringin reprecussions
I hold my mike sideways bustin bustin
Another one bites the dust and
Cardiac arrest
Clutchin your chest suckin your last breath
In awe, period meth
Nigga,dyin 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 family at family at
These alley cats be at war with these dirty rats
So watch you back when you come to the slum
There aint nowhere to run from the iron lizard lung
Blazes on stunts
I be dippin in the sun
My plates bear no one
My uzi weighs a ton

Word up

Redman
Pon Cocked
The don juan doc
Send crews back to the shoe shine box
Connect the dots
My description
Black mel
Yellow da mellow
I make it hard for mc's to run neck and elbow
With d-o
Penal code
We both to duck when he hear the bike
Wit the squeaky clutch
Swallow this hard act to follow
You could 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 appluad
Bitches still rush me like they rushed the store
Before the soul train award
Incorporate a law
Whoever aint raw get they hand chopped
By jamal with the wu sword
My crew specializin
Snakin yo bitch
Robbin you while you on the floor
Shakin your shit
I'm doin me now i'll do you
Yo who you?
Doc
I bomb shit through the conflicts crucial
I be da black el nino
I mean yo
I'm supreme like the team show
With the pay to cream fo
To see you sit down?
Yo, na we get the fuck up
And leave the one you wit
Then take off of usher
Thats right, six double oh with chrome pipes
U.S. marshals out to pen us up like Snipes
Throw it in drive
Fuck takin me and meth alive!
Yo, you look that-a-way
You look out the other side!

"Method Man - Big Dogs"
a été ajouté par scooty