[intro]: meth
*all my people...!*
[redman]
Itand's funk doc
where da weed at, bitch?!
i speed back wist, down to one-way from cops
see thasand' shit?! believe thasand' shit!
slaughter straight to camcorder, iand'm too hot for t.v.
backdraw water, my windpipes attached to project-ballers
you yell: andquot;turn the heat down!andquot;
my voice, diggi-di-round-sound, some herb round town
and chances of yaand'll leavinand', round now
wait later, will make funk page paper
they rape up the juveline ave graders
hit the high school at 187 caesar
when i bust yaand'll need to back 4 achers
doc yaand'll and thatand's my man jap-a-jaw
the shitlist ready, who next to scratch off?
iand'm from the underground, my soundlib
platform shoes to bitches, 400 pounds!
[chorus]: meth and red
Get up, stand up, back up, push and'em
jump up, act up to make you feel it!
brrrrr...stick and'em, ha-haha stick and'em
brrrrr...stick and'em, ha-haha stick and'em
yoand' blackout, shoot out, smoked out
move out, even knock the tooth out, to make yaand'll feel it!
brrrrr...stick and'em, ha-haha stick and'em
brrrrr...stick and'em, ha-haha stick and'em
[meth]
Now iand'm the streettalkinand', dogwalkinand'
a pursuit with extreme caution, oh now you forcinand'?
my hand that rock yoand' cradle often
iand'm hot-scorchinand', but stome cold like steve austin
if you smell what tical cookinand', ainand't try to see, send you bookinand'
so til ya gonand' stop lookinand', now what you did last summer?
so i started hookinand', you past shookinand'
over open can i ass-whoopinand'?
ainand't no tamaraand's in the methodand's little shop of horrors
go ask your father who the father from the hilbill harbour
you know tha saga, marihuana plushinand' gold sluggaz
with deadly medley, yaand'll ainand't ready for shakwon and reggie
donand't even bother, the radio for back-up
alright then, ya man got slapped up extorted for his icinand'
streetlife is triflinand' *body over here...!*
come meet me like tyson and bite a niggaand' ear
precisinand', slicinand' juggerless the cut-crew
ruggeder, predator, viking, exatorer
peopleand's champ, niggaz be takinand' off competetors
reachinand' for the microphone, relax and light a bone
straight from the caticone
the children of the corn, that donand't got a clue
prepare for desert storm!
[chorus]
I scored 1.1 on my sat
and still pushinand' whip with a right and left ac
gorilla, big dog, if my name get caught
iand'm behind the brickwall with aus and nick jaws
spit poison, got a gun permit draw
gundown at sundown you keep score!
this training-course and yaand'll ainand't fit
on my crew-tombstone put and'we all ainand't shitand'
[meth]
Yoand', all you gonna be, wanna be
when will you learn? wanna be doc and meth? gotta wait ya turn
i spit a .41 revolver on new yearand's eve
with the mic in my hand i mutilate m.c.and's
the most slapped on ? and wink
my shit stink with every element from a to z
so what you think? iand'ma blackout on just one drink?
you must be crazy! a little off the wall maybe
go get a shrink...
[chorus]
