Текст песни Afterparty - Method Man , Ghostface Killah
[Intro:
Method
Man]
Damn...
yo,
yo
[Method
Man]
Woke
up
in
the
morning,
like
ten
A.M
Walked
passed
the
Listerine,
went
straight
for
the
gin
Osama
Bin
Laden
on
my
chinny
chin
chin
[Ghostface
Killah]
Yo,
Meth,
the
mailman!
[Method
Man]
Yo,
Ghost,
let
him
in!
[Ghostface
Killah]
Will
you
sign,
Mr.
Ghostface,
package
for
a
friend,
here
Right
by
the
X,
my
bad,
here's
a
pen
[Method
Man]
Gucci
flip
flops,
I
box
my
way
to
the
kitchen
My
keys
is
missin',
my
trees
is
missin'
No
more
parties,
cuz
Doc
need
to
listen
[Ghostface
Killah]
Cuz
something
in
my
closet,
go
look
(he's
a
pissin')
I
cursed
this
bitch
out,
we
be
laid
back
[Method
Man]
Half
a
box
of
cereal
gone,
my
milk's
warm
Mad
strong,
this
is
John
John,
pro
and
con
phenomenon
Stretch
with
a
morning
yawn,
party
'til
the
break
of
dawn
Ladies
throw
your
faces
on,
sing
it
when
the
break
come
on
[Chorus:
Method
Man
(Ghostface
Killah)]
Each
(meet)
son
(see)
Boats
(suites)
dough
(beats)
No
cat
give
you
these,
rap
flow
triple
g's
Meth,
Ghost,
Killa
Beez,
you
know
we
ride
[Ghostface
Killah]
Wu-Tang,
the
best
rap
group
of
all
time
Rush
little
shotgun,
rest
around
nine
Refrigerator,
fish
and
sweets
with
no
swine
Dirty
and
Meth
guest
room
with
four
dimes
And
U-G.
had
a
master
headache
Him
and
Genius
flew
back
from,
Uganda
black,
gettin'
that
cake
Where
Divine
at?
Wine
at
Tell
a
DJ
to
rewind
that,
Killa
killed
it
wit
a
blind
back
Dime
sack,
you
know
we
blew
that
wit
the
cognac
Them
bowling
ball
lead
head
niggaz,
we
call
them
pawn
yacks
[Method
Man]
I
say
my
girl,
like
to
party
all
the
time,
Ghost
Spend
up
my
ends,
every
week,
she
always
crime
broke
Thank
God
it's
friday,
I
just
got
paid
Feelin'
good
like
I
just
got
laid
The
next
drink's
on
me,
instead
of,
oh
God,
you
think
O.G
White
girls
they
comin'
out,
like
they
Pink
on
E
So
you
better
get
the
party
started,
we
get
it
crunk
regardless
We
got
the
'dro
and
hypnotic,
them
kids
is
puffin'
garbage
Is
where
it's
crackin'
at,
Street
is
you
passin'
that?
Mami's
is
grabbin'
ass,
Johnny,
I'm
grabbin'
back
You
know
my
habitat,
you
know
my
peoples
If
you
wit
me,
where
you
at
There
ain't
nothin'
compared
to
that,
come
on!
[Chorus:
Method
Man
(Ghostface
Killah)]
Each
(meet)
son
(see)
Boats
(suites)
dough
(beats)
No
flows
ill
as
these,
him
and
Ghost,
nigga
please
Meth,
Ghost,
Killa
Beez,
you
know
we
ride
[Hook
2X:
Method
Man
(Ghostface
Killah)]
I
got
me
some
Seagram's
gin
Everybody
got
they
cup,
but
they
ain't
shit
there
(These
cheap
muthafuckas
be
grown
ass
men
Tight
muthafuckas
finish
your
shit
then
they
bounce
off
with
them)
Come
back
again,
drunk
off
your
gin
And
when
they
try
to
get
you
for
they
ends,
that's
no
friend
That's
no
friend,
eh,
eh
[Outro:
Method
Man]
Yeah,
greedy
muthafuckas,
always
wanna
get
high
But
never
wanna
buy,
first
one
to
come
to
the
party
Last
one
to
leave,
man,
fuck
all
that
Aiyo,
Mr.
Streetlife,
tell
'em
where
we
come
from
man.
1 The Turn
2 The Prequel
3 Say What
4 What's Happenin'
5 The Motto
6 We Some Dogs
7 Tease
8 Rodeo
9 Baby Come On
10 Who Ya Rollin Wit
11 Never Hold Back
12 The Show
13 Act Right
14 Afterparty
15 Crooked Letter I
16 Ridin' For Outro
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