Текст песни Well All Rite Cha - Method Man , Redman
Hydro
indo
(Buddha)
Hah
cocoa
yo,
ya
ya
yo
I
need
some
brown
weed
(Lady)
All
day
I
need
some
brown
weed
(Jenny)
I
need
some
cut
(Lady,
lady)
Now
these
doors
don't
open,
til
after
dark
(Owoo)
And
it
ain't
'til
twelve
'til
the
party
really
starts
(Yo,
me
and
my
crew
had
to
be
in
by
ten)
Right
before
the
fun
was
about
to
begin
Yo
yo,
one
bitten
jabberjaws
tryin'
to
taste
the
Paper
written
kids
be
bullshittin'
I
see
they
flaws
Too
many
rebels
not
enough
cause
for
me
to
pause
(Haha)
Them
broads
love
my
shitty
drawers
the
finest
Criminal
minded
put
my
life
behind
it
you
niggaz
Find
it
hard
to
swallow
poison
in
the
bottle
(She
too
sexy)
So
I
gotta
watch
you
fast
bitches
too
many
tricks
That
can
give
a
dick
a
bad
sickness
Yo,
yo
yo
son
excuse
me?
(Yo)
I'm
tryin'
to
earn
a
million
buck
or
two
The
ill
MC
step
in
(And
who
the
fuck
are
you?)
Doc
start
walkin'
bumpin'
M.O.P
To
catch
a
nigga
gettin'
gassed,
puttin'
ten
on
three
(Da
ruckus)
With
the
mic
I
blast
men
on
sight
So
off
the
hook
Atlantic,
Bell
had
to
go
on
strike
Doc
did
it
metaphors
come
kitted
Twenty-twenty
vision
comes
tinted
from
being
so
high
(So
high)
So
high
so
high
Air
it
out
Iron
lung
I
be
the
street
soldier
ante
up
Pull
them
panties
up,
party's
over,
in
the
cut
Slappin'
grudges
offa
niggaz
shoulder
bringin'
ruck
Like
them
wild
cats
at
Villanova
hot
as
fuck
Duke
or
sober
suave
bowler
soul
controller
Of
the
universe
stole
a
colder
than
cola
Caps
grab
your
hoodie
hat
island
of
stat'
Keep
them
cats
runnin'
for
they
gat,
in
stormy
weather
Gats,
right
hook,
uppercut
swollen
how
I
left
your
eye
Stage
dived,
made
a
mistake,
kicked
F.O.I
Aiyyo
hoe
doc
be
keepin
a
dope
show
like
Marilyn
Manson
the
handgun
be
stashed
in
the
panelling
Jersey
drop
son
watch
me
whip
it
like
midget
Diggin'
in
that
whole
plate
and
piss
on
your
picnic
(Don't
nobody
move)
Don't
nobody
start
flinchin'
Limo
driver
roll
up
the
fuckin'
partition
Who
them
niggaz
that
be
rollin'
them
Thai,
high
as
a
kite?
Gettin'
pussy
all
nite
(Well
all
rite
cha)
Yeah
yeah
Well
who
them
cats
you
can
call
on,
when
you
wanna
brawl?
(Get
drunk
as
hell)
And
so
on
(Well
all
rite
cha)
Yo
yo
Is
funk
doc
up
in
the
house?
(Well
all
rite
cha)
Yo
yo
Hot
nix
up
in
the
house?
(Well
all
rite
cha)
Bricks
to
stat'
hold
it
down
(Well
all
rite
cha)
Yo
yo
(Mad
dick
up
in
your
mouth)
(Hah,
all
nite
cha)
Yo
tical's
and
doc
did
it
before,
I'll
do
it
again
Snatch
spark
to
the
ignition,
I'm
screwin'
it
in
(Aiyyo
we
out!)
Six
drop
in
ten
seconds,
what?
I'll
be
the
first
one
on
the
floor
at
your
wedding
reception
B
boys
gather
around
and
act
p
noid
Bring
the
trouble
T
roy,
to
earlobes,
keyloid
(Terminator
two)
Doc
after
Sarah
conn'
For
the
barrel
bonds
(Am
I
on?)
Tical,
you're
on
Uhh
uhh
on,
uhh
uhh
on
Uh
uh
uh
uh
uh,
uh
uh
on
Got
these
slim
pickin's
on
my
Charles
Dickens
I
pack
a
Mac
To
make
your
back
stiffen
flip
the
script
I
act
different
The
eyeball
keep
your
distance
warning
y'all
you
don't
listen
Bitchin'
over
shit
you
ain't
gettin'
So
finally
puttin'
in
work
the
big
hurt
MC
with
a
social
disease
and
get
it
first
Enemies
feel
my
energies
four
centuries
of
anger
Remember
me?
(The
field
nigga)
Too
ghetto
fabulous
rza,
sharp,
and
hazardous
Figure
with
bad
habit
can't
hold
his
liquor
Speed
like
a
millipede
(Hot
nix-on)
Contemplate
the
non-fiction
on
loose
leaves
Paragraphs,
hundred
degrees,
my
pen
bleed
(Ha)
Showin'
you
the
pain
I
feel
from
holdin'
these
Black
thoughts,
deep
rooted,
nowadays
They
come
with
batteries
included,
in
wicked
ways
Who
them
niggaz
that
be
rollin
them
thai,
high
as
a
kite?
Gettin
pussy
all
nite
(Well
all
rite
cha)
Yeah
yeah
Well
who
them
cats
you
can
call
on,
when
you
wanna
brawl?
(Get
drunk
as
hell)
And
so
on
(Well
all
rite
cha)
Yo
yo
Is
funk
diggy
in
the
house?
(Well
all
rite
cha)
Yo
yo
Meth
diggy
no
doubt
(Well
all
rite
cha)
Bricks
to
stat'
hold
it
down
(Well
all
rite
cha)
Yo
yo
Mad
dick
up
in
your
mouth
(All
nite
cha)
Cha
cha
cha
cha
cha
cha
cha
cha
Cha
cha
cha
cha
cha
cha
cha
cha
Cha
cha
cha
cha
cha
cha
cha
cha
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1 Down South Funk
2 I Don't Kare
3 Welcome 2 Da Bricks
4 G.P.N. (Skit)
5 Da Da Dahhh
6 My Zone!
7 Da Goodness
8 I Got A Seecret
9 Pain In da Ass Stewardess (Skit)
10 Jersey Yo!
11 Get It Live
12 I'll Bee Dat
13 Let Da Monkey Out
14 We Got da Satellite Van (skit)
15 D.O.G.S.
16 Million Chicken March (2 Hot 4 TV) [Skit]
17 Cloze Ya Doors
18 Who Took da Satellite Van (skit)
19 Beet Drop
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