Текст песни Well All Rite Cha - Method Man , Redman
[Method
Man]
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
And
it
ain't
til
12
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
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
*coughing*
[Redman]
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
AMG
kitted
20/20
vision,
comes
tinted!
From
being
so
high.
(So
high.)
so
high.
so
high.
[Method
Man]
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
[Redman]
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!
[M]
Who
them
niggaz
that
be
rollin
them
thai,
high
as
a
kite?
Gettin
pussy
all
nite
(well
all
rite
cha)
yeah
yeah
[R]
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
[R]
Is
Funk
Doc
up
in
the
house?
(well
all
rite
cha)
yo
yo
[M]
Hot
Nix
up
in
the
house?
(well
all
rite
cha)
[R]
Bricks
to
Stat'
hold
it
down
(well
all
rite
cha)
yo
yo
[M]
Mad
dick
up
in
your
mouth
(hah,
all
nite
cha)
[Redman]
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
2)
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
[Method
Man]
Got
these
slim
pickins
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
[M]
Who
them
niggaz
that
be
rollin
them
thai,
high
as
a
kite?
Gettin
pussy
all
nite
(well
all
rite
cha)
yeah
yeah
[R]
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
[R]
Is
Funk
Diggy
in
the
house?
(well
all
rite
cha)
yo
yo
[M]
Meth
Diggy
no
doubt!
(well
all
rite
cha)
[R]
Bricks
to
Stat′
hold
it
down
(well
all
rite
cha)
yo
yo
[M]
Mad
dick
up
in
your
mouth
(all
nite
cha)
Cha,
cha,
cha,
cha,
cha,
cha,
cha,
cha...
* Fades
in
and
out
before
end
*
1 A Special Joint (Intro)
2 Blackout
3 Mi Casa
4 Y.O.U.
5 4 Seasons
6 Cereal Killer
7 Da Rockwilder
8 Tear It Off
9 Where We At (Skit)
10 1, 2, 1, 2
11 Maaad Crew
12 The ?
13 Dat's Dat Shit
14 Cheka
15 Fire ina Hole
16 Well All Rite Cha
17 Big Dogs
18 How High (Remix)
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