Method Man

Chorus:
M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man
M-e-t, h-o-d, man
Hey you get off my clooud
Let me get raw with my southpaw style
Mover, puffin on a fat blunt from cuba
Its the meth-tical jet to cal, Im the buddha
Monk on the hunt for machine gun foes
I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk
Double-barrel, yeah meth bring it to them proper
Partner, you aint got no wins in me casa
Straight up, you movin too fast so baby wait up
Took one, added seven more now you eight up
Get on down wit your bad self
Get on down, listen to the sound, come on
Few can ever get this whole commit legit
See you all up in my dick
But you dont know shit, uh-huh
Whats your definition of a real emcee
From what you dedicated, hey it must be me
Meth-tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip-hop
I go on to the break of dawn, and just dont stop
Give me the green light, and the sign one way
Have you had your meth today
Huh, move it in, move it out
Stick it in, pull it out
Shake it up, shake it down
Come on down, meth-tical
Oh I often pray that I will
But today I am still