Lyrical .44 (Album Version|Explicit)
Method Man"Lyrical .44 (Album Version|Explicit)" is a song by Method Man, released in 2003 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:02 long and contains 72 lines and 626 words.
Lyrics
0:00Redman Selecta come
0:01Marley Play this song on your f**kin radio play this song on your f**kin radio
0:09Verse 1: Method Man
0:11Oh no another flow lyrica forty fo
0:14If it gets deep jump in feet first then hold yo nose
0:17Im a beast when you step on my toe you hear my whistle
0:20Checkin em hoe you see my pistol lettin it go
0:22I couldnt wait to do a song right hardly gon do ya wrong
0:24Time to party Meth Stephen Marley and Jr Gong
0:29Now yall done did it supper ready yall come get it
0:32Now who gon stop me block me pop lock me knock me
0:35Jamaica posse most high Haile Selassie
0:38Allah willin another sound boy killin
0:39Im hot b**ch I dont catch cold or catch feelings
0:42The truth be the ghetto youth
0:44And Def Jam yall know the Meth Man take care of his fam
0:46Thats what yall better do
0:47Examine our skin we plannin to win
0:49Worldwide tell the people we be jammin again
0:52Verse 2: Redman
0:54Make way for Reggie Hammond
0:55I dig em out then tie em up for randsome
0:57I shoot at your feet make you start dancin
0:59Im pissin on your picnics where ya campin
1:03Doctor got the ziplock from Ziggy
1:05When the zig zag roll Ill rip your zip code
1:08Got b**ches f**ked up off the hypno
1:10I tip toe then wait till they bend over
1:14I got a mo ped in Jamaica sittin on twenties
1:22No Belvedere its Tiger Bone to get it crackin
1:26Aiyyo dread right or wrong
1:27Im a sinner winner of the underground swimmers
1:30Eat dinner in front of Bob Marley pin up
1:32Chorus: Redman
1:33I dont care about your blinb bling bling
1:35Over here we let them things ring
1:38BLAOW Give it to me BLAOW give it to me
1:40BLAOW Shoot it up BLAOW give it up
1:43I dont care about your blinb bling bling
1:45Over here we let them things ring
1:48BLAOW Give it to me BLAOW One time
1:49BLAOW give it to me BLAOW give it up
1:50Verse 3: Damian Jr Gong Marley
1:51I neva wonda why so much ***reach ya
1:54And dem a wonda how so much conquer feature
1:56Blunt dem so big a must fi bun it Bob and Peter
1:58Teach it like a teacher preach it like a preacher
2:01Put you in a fever
2:02P**sy couldnt style mi up plus no under achieve
2:06Gimme di rizla gimme di cup and a couple senorita
2:10Jr Gong di veteran a trouble when mi reach ya
2:12DJ fi fi fan dem inna Grandtsand and di bleacha
2:15Jumpin off on di truck you best believe yah
2:17Babylon a smell skunk and couldnt get mi neitha
2:22Well ever since a likkle ghetto yute dem get mi crippled
2:24So mi know seh babylon dem a go get a weopen
2:27Everytime when we hear some politician trippin
2:29When a di big ting promote Im right there wid di clip in
2:32So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle flippin lippin
2:34Got a big forty five its trigga finga lickin
2:37Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh dont know whats happenin
2:40Dem wonderin how yuh get so slim its like yuh fat and go gym
2:42Get mi girl inna mi cabin and mi cabin stabbin
2:44It is slappin jappin dappin it is non stoppin
2:47Hey No pork caan cook inna mi kitchen
2:49If a gal try dat shes a dead pigeon
2:52Well woman a tear off mi pants stitchen
2:54Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and have recline switchin
2:57If a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up missin
3:00Rastafari dun tell yuh dont listen
3:02Outro: Marley
3:02Play this song on your f**kin radio play this song on your f**kin radio
Redman Selecta come Marley Play this song on your f**kin radio play this song on your f**kin radio Verse 1: Method Man Oh no another flow lyrica forty fo If it gets deep jump in feet first then hold yo nose Im a beast when you step on my toe you hear my whistle Checkin em hoe you see my pistol lettin it go I couldnt wait to do a song right hardly gon do ya wrong Time to party Meth Stephen Marley and Jr Gong Now yall done did it supper ready yall come get it Now who gon stop me block me pop lock me knock me Jamaica posse most high Haile Selassie Allah willin another sound boy killin Im hot b**ch I dont catch cold or catch feelings The truth be the ghetto youth And Def Jam yall know the Meth Man take care of his fam Thats what yall better do Examine our skin we plannin to win Worldwide tell the people we be jammin again Verse 2: Redman Make way for Reggie Hammond I dig em out then tie em up for randsome I shoot at your feet make you start dancin Im pissin on your picnics where ya campin Doctor got the ziplock from Ziggy When the zig zag roll Ill rip your zip code Got b**ches f**ked up off the hypno I tip toe then wait till they bend over I got a mo ped in Jamaica sittin on twenties No Belvedere its Tiger Bone to get it crackin Aiyyo dread right or wrong Im a sinner winner of the underground swimmers Eat dinner in front of Bob Marley pin up Chorus: Redman I dont care about your blinb bling bling Over here we let them things ring BLAOW Give it to me BLAOW give it to me BLAOW Shoot it up BLAOW give it up I dont care about your blinb bling bling Over here we let them things ring BLAOW Give it to me BLAOW One time BLAOW give it to me BLAOW give it up Verse 3: Damian Jr Gong Marley I neva wonda why so much ***reach ya And dem a wonda how so much conquer feature Blunt dem so big a must fi bun it Bob and Peter Teach it like a teacher preach it like a preacher Put you in a fever P**sy couldnt style mi up plus no under achieve Gimme di rizla gimme di cup and a couple senorita Jr Gong di veteran a trouble when mi reach ya DJ fi fi fan dem inna Grandtsand and di bleacha Jumpin off on di truck you best believe yah Babylon a smell skunk and couldnt get mi neitha Well ever since a likkle ghetto yute dem get mi crippled So mi know seh babylon dem a go get a weopen Everytime when we hear some politician trippin When a di big ting promote Im right there wid di clip in So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle flippin lippin Got a big forty five its trigga finga lickin Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh dont know whats happenin Dem wonderin how yuh get so slim its like yuh fat and go gym Get mi girl inna mi cabin and mi cabin stabbin It is slappin jappin dappin it is non stoppin Hey No pork caan cook inna mi kitchen If a gal try dat shes a dead pigeon Well woman a tear off mi pants stitchen Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and have recline switchin If a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up missin Rastafari dun tell yuh dont listen Outro: Marley Play this song on your f**kin radio play this song on your f**kin radio
Translation
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