Well All Rite Cha

[00:00.12] Featuring method man
[00:01.15] Hydro... indo... (buddha!)
[00:04.80] Hah... cocoa... yo ya ya yo!
[00:10.38] I need some brown weed (lady) all day
[00:13.17] I need some brown weed (jenny)
[00:15.02] I need some cut (lady lady)
[00:17.84] Now these doors don't open til after dark
[00:20.52] And it ain't til 12 til the party really starts
[00:24.21] (yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
[00:27.09] Right before the fun was about to begin)
[00:30.81] Yo yo one bitten jabberjaws tryin to taste the
[00:32.63] Paper written, kids be bullshittin, i see they flaws
[00:37.37] Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause
[00:38.25] Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest
[00:41.02] Criminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz
[00:42.92] Find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy
[00:44.78] So i gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks
[00:47.59] That can give a dick a bad sickness *coughing*
[00:50.30] Yo, yo! yo son excuse me?
[00:52.23] (yo) i'm tryin to earn a million buck or two
[00:53.16] The ill mc step in -- (and who the fuck are you?)
[00:55.86] Doc start walkin bumpin m.o.p.
[00:57.79] To catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three
[01:00.52] (da ruckus!) with the mic i blast men on sight
[01:03.38] So off the hook atlantic bell had to go on strike
[01:06.18] Doc did it, metaphors come amg kitted
[01:08.86] 20/20 vision, comes tinted! from being so high.
[01:10.73] (so high.) so high. so high.
[01:14.43] Air it out
[01:16.54] Iron lung i be the street soldier, ante up
[01:17.47] Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut
[01:21.25] Slappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck
[01:23.09] Like them wild-cats at villanova, hot as fuck!
[01:26.78] Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller
[01:28.53] Of the universe, stole-a, colder than cola
[01:31.36] Caps grab your hoodie hat, island of stat'
[01:34.10] Keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather
[01:36.07] Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how i left your eye
[01:38.78] Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked f.o.i.
[01:41.51] Aiyyo hoe! doc be keepin a dope show like marilyn
[01:44.37] Manson the handgun be stashed in the panelling
[01:47.00] Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget
[01:49.85] Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic
[01:51.84] (don't nobody move) don't nobody start flinchin
[01:54.65] Limo driver, roll up the fuckin partition!
[01:57.37] who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
[01:59.27] Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah
[02:03.04] well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
[02:04.87] (get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo
[02:07.67] is funk doc up in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
[02:09.58] hot nix up in the house? (well all rite cha)
[02:12.23] bricks to stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
[02:15.03] mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha)
[02:16.99] Yo tical's and doc, did it before, i'll do it again
[02:21.56] Snatch spark to the ignition, i'm screwin it in
[02:22.42] (aiyyo we out!) six drop in ten seconds, what?
[02:25.27] I'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception
[02:28.02] B-boys gather around and act p-noid
[02:29.97] Bring the trouble t-roy, to earlobes, keyloid
[02:32.60] (terminator 2) doc after sarah conn'
[02:35.48] For the barrel bonds (am i on?) tical, you're on
[02:37.33] Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on
[02:39.16] Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on
[02:40.06] Got these slim pickins on my charles dickens, i pack a mac
[02:45.61] To make your back stiffen, flip the script i act different
[02:47.59] The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't listen
[02:51.23] Bitchin over shit you ain't gettin
[02:53.12] So finally, puttin in work, the big hurt
[02:55.97] Mc, with a social disease, and get it first
[02:57.72] Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger
[03:01.43] Remember me? (the field nigga!)
[03:03.34] Too ghetto fabulous, rza. sharp, and hazardous
[03:06.13] Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor
[03:08.89] Speed like a millipede (hot nix-on)
[03:09.79] Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves
[03:13.49] Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)
[03:16.26] Showin you the pain i feel from holdin these
[03:19.06] Black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays
[03:20.93] They come with batteries included, in wicked ways
[03:23.64] who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
[03:26.44] Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah
[03:29.22] well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
[03:32.07] (get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo
[03:33.98] is funk diggy in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
[03:36.60] meth diggy no doubt! (well all rite cha)
[03:38.54] bricks to stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
[03:41.30] mad dick up in your mouth (all nite cha)
[03:44.07] Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha...
[03:48.76] * fades in and out before end *
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