Method Man, Ghostface Killah - Afterparty lyrics

Damn yo, yo

Woke up in the morning, like ten AM
Walked passed the Listerine
Went straight for the gin
Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin

Yo, Meth, the mailman!

Yo, Ghost, let him in!

Will you sign, Mr ghostface
Package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen

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

Cuz something in my closet, go look
(he's a pissin')
I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back

Half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm
Thta's wrong, 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

Ichi, ni, san, shi
Boats (suites) dough (beats)
No cat give you these, rap flow triple g's
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride

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 Masta 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 niggas
We call them pawn yacks

I say my girl, like to party all the time
Ghost spend up my ends, every week
She always cryin' 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 OG 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!

Ichi, ni, san, shi
Boats (suites) dough (beats)
No flows ill as these, M and Ghost
Nigga please
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride

I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cup
But they ain't chipped in
(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

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