Текст песни Who Ya Rollin Wit - Method Man
(Feat.
ODB)
[Intro:
Method
Man]
Uh...
what′s
really
good?
Yo,
yo,
yo.
[Method
Man]
It's
the
unstoppable,
over
come
any
obstacle
Ya′ll
know
my
flavor,
pack
more
punch
than
Tropical
Any
mission
possible,
do
what
I
gots
to
do
Labels
gettin'
butterfingers,
and
next
they
droppin'
you
You
think
you
know,
but
you
have
no
idea
The
Diary
of
a
Meth
Man,
what′s
this
I
hear?
Somebody
told
ya′ll,
steppin'
in
shit
was
good
luck?
I
got
the
hood
stuck,
chh-chh,
now
give
the
goods
up
Ya′ll
done
pushed
up,
past
the
point
of
no
return
It's
Meth′s
turn,
so
roll
that
shit
up
and
let's
burn
I
heard
Philly
got
the
best
′scherm,
out
in
Cali,
they
got
the
best
perms
Now
that
we
know,
when
will
the
rest
learn?
Come
on,
each
one,
teach
one,
hear
no
evil,
and
I
don't
speak
none
Everything
cool
until
that
heat
come
Just
call
my
name,
and
I'll
be
there
Ya′ll
kids
is
slum,
like
the
jewelry
in
Albi
Square
[Chorus:
Streetlife
(Shawnna)]
We
drinkin′
Henny
til
we
flip,
poppin'
bottles
til
we
sick
All
ya′ll
haters
eat
a
dick
(yeah,
uh)
Let's
throw
a
party
in
this
bitch,
all
my
niggaz
and
my
chicks
Tell
me
who
ya′ll
rollin'
with
(yeah)
[Hook
2X:
Streetlife
(Method
Man)]
Method
spits
fire
(Fire!)
The
roof′s
on
(Fire!)
My
crew's
on
(Fire!)
[Streetlife]
M-E-T,
H-O-D.
[Method
Man]
Man,
I'm
in
the
house
like
foreclosures
Talk
sober,
until
some
dog
gets
forced
over
New
York
soldiers,
be
at
ease,
fall
back
Never
ever,
I′m
the
New
Era,
like
ball
caps
Kid,
whenever,
whoever,
whatever,
ya′ll
want
it
Ya'll
can
have
it,
the
problem
and
answer,
I′m
all
that
While
we
at
it,
let's
tighten
up
our
grips
around
that
cabbage
Silly
rabbit,
how
many
kid′s
done
tricked
you
on
your
carrots
The
product
of
a
bad
package,
like
Bishop
Don
Juan
it's
Magic
How
I
break
′em
like
a
bad
habit,
hit
tracks
like
it's
target
practice
Then
let
these
darts
take
a
stab
at
it
Niggaz
ain't
got
it,
ain′t
never
had
it
I
jam
like
L.A.
traffic,
Jellyroll
behind
the
wheel
And
the
passenger
seat
behind
the
field
It′s
your
boy,
physically
fit,
mentally
sick
Get
dirty
money,
told
you
honey,
I'm
filthy
rich
[Chorus]
[Hook
2X
w/o
"fire"
the
second
time]
[Interlude:
Method
Man]
Yeah,
ya′ll
niggaz
don't
know
it′s
a
game
Until
it
starts
again,
let's
do
it,
haha!
[Method
Man]
Six
minutes,
Method
Man,
you′re
on
If
you
thinkin'
you
gon'
slip
and
be
alright,
you′re
wrong
You
can
see
me
lightin′
the
bong,
while
writin'
the
songs
That
the
crowd,
is
either
singin′
to
or
fightin'
along,
fightin′
along
I'm
try′nna
tell
you
drugs
is
not
your
friends
And
girlfriend,
don't
try
and
front
like
you
got
your
friend
I'm
at
the
hotel,
motel,
Holiday
Inn
And
my
chick′s
a
man-eater,
she
be
swallowin′
men
Aight,
live
from
New
York,
it's
Saturday
night
I
got
pipes
that
drain
your
confidence,
and
battery
light
Aight,
mami
tight,
but
she
ain′t
really
my
type
If
ya'll
don′t
see
me
treat
her
right,
then
she
ain't
really
my
wife
When
I
was
young,
I
was
stayin′
in
school,
obeyin'
rules
Play
with
my
food,
what
makes
you
think
I'm
playin′
with
you?
This
is
it,
ya′ll
better
come
on
in,
the
water's
fine
Jump
on
in,
let′s
do
it
to
'em
one
more
′gain
[Chorus]
[Hook
2X]
[Chorus]
[Outro:
Method
Man]
Yeah,
Ladies
Love
Big
John
Studd
No
doubt,
dick
up
in
your
mouth
We
do
this
shit
everyday,
I'm
in
the
cut
With
my
main
shit
stain,
Ray-Ray
Gutter
Butt
And
we
holdin′
it
down
for
the
whole
Staten
Island,
man
Nothin'
else
but
Staten
Island,
man
Ya'll
stand
up,
man,
Stapleton,
the
Wild
West,
Park
Hill
Port
Richmond,
Now
Born,
Jungle
Nilz,
hah...
Peace!
1 Intro (Method Man Album)
2 The Prequel
3 Say What
4 What's Happenin'
5 The Motto
6 We Some Dogs
7 The Turn
8 Tease
9 Rodeo
10 Baby Come On
11 Who Ya Rollin Wit
12 Never Hold Back
13 The Show
14 Act Right
15 Afterparty
16 Crooked Letter I
17 Ridin' for Outro
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