Lyrics Intro - Method Man

Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal
Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal
(Well, speak your mind then)

Okay, I will, no one has the right to tell me
What I can do with my own body
What I can eat, drink or smoke, this is a free country
And no one can take away my constitutional rights

Hey man, can you put me on and I can say anything I want
Is that what I need to do?
(Yeah)
Then why isn't alcohol made illegal? Why isn't that
While you drinking it, it hang on and disposes your liver

Besides that, it's a habitat for alcohol
Besides that, cigarettes are much worse than pot
No one ever got killed by pot
(You tell 'em, you tell 'em)
God damn it, man, everything, you can get us anything you want

Anything you want, marijuana legal
Make marijuana legal, what's so bad anyway
What's so bad about feeling good?
There's nothing wrong with blowing crack, yeah

Yo, stop, look and listen, guess who coming up?
And y'all was dumb enough to think that Method's number's up
Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry f***
To sum it up, I give my money up, spit at a honey

Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with us
If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, y'all know what up
See we them n****, ain't no h*** in us, the flow is nuts
I'm off the meter, momma wished that I would f****** the reefer

But, for now, I got this game up in the cobra clutch
Plus, the silver back gorilla swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut
N*****, trust, I got that Killa up, what y'all ain't feelin' us?
Ain't feelin' ya when half ya n***** posing similar, yeah

Ladies and gents, I think this game need a enema, yeah
It's 'Common Sense', 'I Used 2 Love H.E.R.', now they pimpin' her, yeah
But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you tripping
Like somebody tied together your shoestring, now listen

I'm the real deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad karma
Y'all n***** is throwing rocks with glass armor
F*** the court system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, start reading my lips

I'm cocky, possibly I got my reasons and s***
They ain't built a man that can stop me from feeding my kids

And if you don't know where I'm coming from, never know where I be in
Most likely, where ya start at'll be the place where you eating
And anybody hating on him, hating on them
That's right, anybody hating on him, hating on them, motherf******

How could you ever say that I'm washed up
When I'm the dirtiest thing in sight, 4: 21 The Day After