(feat. Redman) Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!! [Verse One: Method Man] Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture closin down the sectar
me clear my throat Let me clear my throat Gilla House niggaz, baby We gon' get a lil' somethin' straight Here in the place to be Yo, you now rockin' wit da
Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen To the Roller Coaster Malpractice Please stay seated, yeah and hold on even fuckin' tighter now Cause this next section
Da bullshit, IC-Don motherfucker, da bullshit Funk Doc, motherfucker, push whips, motherfucker Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in this motherfucker
pistols my niggas got issues...again, same song armed with the mega bomb Blow you out the frame and I'm gone. [Verse Two: Redman] I was going to
Let me clear my throat Kick it over here Baby Pop And all the fly skimmers Feel the beat mm drop Coolin' up in Jersey on a hot summer's day It's me and
Give it to me Yo, give it to me Yo, give it to me Give it to me Bitch give it to me Yo, give it to me Yo, nigga give me that cash Bitch please Bitch give
Switch Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Come with us, come take the elevator Shift six billion feet beneath Where the Def Squad dwells Where your dreams and imaginations
Woo-woo-wowowowooo Lord hi-gher Could somebody, turn on, da lights Somebody, turn on, da lights The darkside! Yessss Guess who's back when I bring funk
da phills spread da reals in the hidash Roll it up then ask who chipped in 4 da exedra Funk extraterrestrial sniping 57 passengers like Wesley do It's da
out and touch and use nine to dial out So Brick City are ya ready, ready? So D.C. are ya ready, ready? Yo. cheers to the undaground, Doc's Da Name Rap
I didn't subtract ten My background straight from a black mans culture Want more, buy the video or Redman sculpture For your mantle, damn you too hard to handle E Double slam once and Redman
Oh my God, oh my God Microphone checka, swingin' sword lecture Closin' down the sector, supreme neck protector Better warn 'em kid, Mr. Meth's a boiling
Ha, welcome 2 da Bricks The city where tha rats'll whoop your mutherfucking ass, nigga Yo, during tha day mutherfuckers work out here Just like anybody
street with the black tech nine By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit So turn the volume up a notch An' watch the da bump, da bump, make your speakers
dog, and I sniff between I blow like the sun, but run in the nite Doc'll bend you quick, like the front of your Nikes Redman, I make my 929 can-can And
Cut, cut, cut, cut Yo, I gotta backache, stomach ache, diarrhea, vomitin' Cold feet, runny nose, headache, insomnia Cranky, moody, burpin' while I'm cursin
Yo Reggie, I'm out T-ree F Squad Muddy Waters Don't get it twisted, nigga Aiyyo everybody in this motherfucker will get touched Fuck such and such, I
