[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah
(Just had to catch it, you know?)
That was locked, you know?
(That was Gorillas, gorillas!)
Tranquilize, tranqulize, yo
Yeah, yeah, c'mon
Ayo, what is it, lord?
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
See me in the club, got a gun on my leg
Select paper and invade all the illest niggas, tally up paid, yo
Live Crew meetin', layin' in the lab with robes of fly Mo
We hold all niggas eatin'
Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law, straight up
Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend
Eat it raw style like Flounder
Fuckin' with mine or how we design, my niggas might find ya
Layin' in the Tropics, big dick shit on park
The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics
Movin' out, colored Durangos, picture me broke
That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats
Or rich niggas with the same coke
[Verse 2: Method Man]
You can catch us cruisin', ballin' a ship, fully equipped
On a StarTAC, callin' a bitch, I'm what you get
When that Absolut and Hennessy mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!)
Wu shit, my whole clique (Ultimate! Ultimate!)
Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showin' me love
Sayin' "Peace" to the niggas that thug, I got the drugs
And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose
Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds
Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga, what's happenin'?
Ain't shit, holdin' my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin'
Mashin', the latest fashion
Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins
All in together, together for worse or better
Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical
Rock, skate, roll, bounce
I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out
Yeah
(Just had to catch it, you know?)
That was locked, you know?
(That was Gorillas, gorillas!)
Tranquilize, tranqulize, yo
Yeah, yeah, c'mon
Ayo, what is it, lord?
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
See me in the club, got a gun on my leg
Select paper and invade all the illest niggas, tally up paid, yo
Live Crew meetin', layin' in the lab with robes of fly Mo
We hold all niggas eatin'
Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law, straight up
Colorful drawers, bad whores on the weekend
Eat it raw style like Flounder
Fuckin' with mine or how we design, my niggas might find ya
Layin' in the Tropics, big dick shit on park
The way his Clarks look, niggas on topics
Movin' out, colored Durangos, picture me broke
That's like picture rich niggas with the same coats
Or rich niggas with the same coke
[Verse 2: Method Man]
You can catch us cruisin', ballin' a ship, fully equipped
On a StarTAC, callin' a bitch, I'm what you get
When that Absolut and Hennessy mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!)
Wu shit, my whole clique (Ultimate! Ultimate!)
Rub-a-dub, ass in the club, showin' me love
Sayin' "Peace" to the niggas that thug, I got the drugs
And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose
Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds
Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, nigga, what's happenin'?
Ain't shit, holdin' my dick, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin'
Mashin', the latest fashion
Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins
All in together, together for worse or better
Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical
Rock, skate, roll, bounce
I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out
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