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Method Man
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Walk On
'Walk on' (yeah, yeah, yeah) It's Meth, back on that old shit Pick my hos with the same finger I pick my nose with These flows get hotter than most chicks Get the picture, I'm focused Got nothing but cock for cockroaches Bitch, I'm gone before you notice Ducking these coppers trying to make they quotas Spot you with the bricks and the baking sodas Me and my soldier, we taking over, taking payola From all these stations and record labels, raping the culture Tell them niggaz 'Walk on' Yo, I blow ya minds like Kurt Cobain My block is hot like Lil' Wayne; I'll pop ya little chain I'm ready; hip hop is not gon' be the same Like the Roc and Dame, I'll dot the little change, nigga I ain't scared, boy, yes sir If I wasn't a beast, you niggaz wouldn't whisper I'm like, y'all can fuck y'all self; I'm getting paid daily Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, can't tell me, nigga 'Walk on' Huh, now figure, I don't give a -- And any chick caught with dirt under her nail's a gold digger Yeah, I tell the people like I told RZA Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don't, I'll let you know, nigga Nah, no carbon copies, they ain't got me, but they can watch me Jewels jingling, middle finger at paparazzi Not too cocky, but still, ain't too many niggaz can top me So bounce you fucks and pull ya shoes up, nigga 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 'Walk on' Don't even blink, think fast, make the right move Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice Cube I don't play, homey, I got my stripes, too I'mma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga Recognize, like Sam Sneed or 'back down' You sick and tired of wack niggaz, then act now I show you how it's done, nigga, Gilla House Give you a whole clip, turn your movie theater out, nigga 'Walk on' And put ya feet up, I'm shaking these dice, so put ya g's up Sit back and light a tree up while niggaz betting they re-ups I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker Will win, and then 'key' your car like Alicia Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more Yankee caps than Derek Jeter Try'nna catch me a diva, then I'mma catch amnesia Might spill the Dom, but still a don Still got love for my baby moms, we just don't get along, hold the fuck on 'Walk on' Allow me to reintroduce -- nah, I don't need it If you ain't got it since '92, nigga, beat it Hop in the quarter-to-seven, black two-seater Pull out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I roll steady Get that dough Reggie, me fall off, really? You better ask who the best rapper in ya hood And when you mimic me, muthafucka, do it good, nigga 'Walk on'
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