paroles de chanson John 3:16 - Method Man
Boy,
you
ain't
shit
Muthafuckin'
right,
this
my
intro,
my
nigga
Allah
Math,
that
was
a
good
one
One
love
to
the
God
Inf
In
my
heart
baby,
one,
one
Stapleton,
the
Wild
West,
Park
Hill
(we
gon'
freak
This
shit
like
this)
Port
Richmond,
Now
Born,
Jungle
Nilz
I'm
screamin'
long
live
The
W
I
see
you
fools
through
the
same
as
my
brothers
do
Now
can
somebody
tell
me
who
let
them
dogs
out
And
watch
these
villains
tear
the
roof
off
they
dog
house
Who
got
that
champagne,
got
that
remy,
got
it
good
and
plenty
Who
only
got
a
few
friends,
and
they
not
friendly
And
to
scrubs,
I
might
just
blackout
and
blow
your
lightbulb
We
turn
night
clubs
to
Fight
Club,
that's
what
happens
when
you
invite
thugs
The
bouge
function
with
haters
and
busters
And
big
head
Hollywood
hoes,
let's
get
the
fuckers
Guess
who,
you
like
Meth
who,
now
let
me
show
you
what
the
tech
do
Spit
when
he
talk,
and
word
wet
you
It's
the
return
of
the
su-super
sperm
Mackin',
lovin'
my
perm,
have
ya,
fling
out
that
burn,
bitch
If
you
don't
know
me,
then
you
better
know
my
flow
Meth
Jigga
what,
Jigga
who,
jiggalo
I
don't
usually
do
this,
but
keep
the
party
going
(uh-huh)
I
don't
usually
do
this,
but
keep
the
party
going
(nigga)
I
don't
usually
do
this,
but
keep
the
party
going
Yo
yo'ing,
yo,
yo,
yo,
yo'ing
Is
it
the
fortune
or
fame,
that
make
y'all
change
Got
Milton
Bradley
hatin'
the
game,
playas
hatin'
the
same
Y'all
know
his
name,
no
need
to
mention
or
to
explain
What
I've
been
through,
how
I
get
down,
or
why
I
came
Let's
talk
about
this
flame
in
my
mouth,
I
can't
contain
Some
weed
pocket
change
and
some
brain
I
can't
complain
Now,
I
heard
y'all
ladies
got
them
thang
thangs,
do
you
really
Park
Hillbillies,
come
from
down
south,
slap
ya
silly
So
what
the
dealy,
with
them
Dutch
Masters,
really
yo
Backwoods,
and
niggas
that
make
herb
with
illio
Backwoods,
and
niggas
that
make
herb
with
illio
I
swear
these
niggas
don't
know
they
ass
from
they
elbow
Don't
know
that
I'mma
strike,
short
of
a
shelltoe
Niggas
around
here,
stick
ya
like
velcro
Case
closed,
baby
it
ain't
safe
no
more
Come
on
If
you
can
drink
or
smoke
it
Whatever
gets
you
by,
everybody
in
here,
high
You
can
drink
it
or
smoke
it
Whatever
gets
you
by,
everybody
in
here,
high
We
gon'
keep
the
party
going,
Mathematics,
Method
Man
Panama
P.I.,
yea,
John
3:
16
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