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-1A Afterparty

Method Man
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Damn Yo, yo, woke up in the morning like 10 A.M Walked past the Listerine, went straight for the gin Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin Yo, Meth, the mailman, yo, Ghost, let him in Will you sign Mr. Ghostface package for a friend? Here, right by the X, my bad, here's a pen Gucci flip flops, I bops my way to the kitchen My keys is missing, my trees is missing No more parties 'cause Doc need to listen Heard something in my closet, go look, peas are pissin' I cursed this bitch out, wee-wee, baby Yo, yo, half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm That's wrong, this is John John, pro and con phenomenon Stretch, where the morning yawn? Party 'til the break of dawn Ladies, throw your faces on, sing it when the break come on Ichi, ni, san, shi, go Suites, dough, beats, no cap Give you these, rap flow, triple G's Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride Wu-Tang the best rap group of all time Rush, loose, shotgun rests around nine 'Frigerator fish and sweets with no swine Dirty and Meth guest room with four dimes And U.G. had a master headache Him and Genius flew back from Uganda, black, getting that cake Where the vine at? Wine at? Tell the DJ to rewind that Killa killed it with a blind back Dime sack, you know we blew that with the cognac Them bowling ball leadhead niggas, we call 'em Pontiacs I say my girl like to party all the time, Ghost Spend up my ends every week, she always crying broke Thank God it's Friday, I just got paid Feeling good like I just got laid, the next drink's on me Instead of Oh God, you think OG White girls, they coming out like they Pink R. E So you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardless We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffing garbage This where it's cracking at, Street, is you passing that? Mamis is grabbing asses, Johnny, I'm grabbing back You know my habitat You know my peoples, if you with me, where you at? There ain't nothing compared to that, come on Ichi, ni, san, shi, go Suites, dough, beats, no flow, ill as these Penny Coast, nigga, please, Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in These cheap motherfuckers be grown-ass men Tight motherfuckers finish your shit, then they bounce off with them Come back again, drunk off your gin And when they try to get you for your ends, that's no friend Uh-uh, that's no friend Uh-uh, yeah I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in These cheap motherfuckers be grown-ass men Tight motherfuckers finish your shit, then they bounce off with them Come back again, drunk off your gin And when they try to get you for your ends, that's no friend Uh-uh, that's no friend Uh-uh, yeah Greedy motherfuckers, man I swear, I can't stand y'all motherfuckers Always wanna get high, but never wanna buy First one to come to the party, last one to leave Man, fuck all that Ayo, check this out, Mr. Street Life