Method Man, Redman - Big Dogs lyrics

Def Squad, Wu Tang, haha uh huh, yeah
Yeah (Yo, yo) , uh
Yo, yo yo (yeah, word up, uh)
Yo, yo yo (Redman, uh) yo, yo (Iron Lung)
Yo, yo yo yo (Word) , yo yo, yo, yo yo
E-Dub uh, word, yo

Call us guerillas of the mist
Raunchy vocalists your code name? Doc
What's your name? Hot Nicks
Who them slick kids puffin' that shit
Holdin' they dicks?
Yo, them same two drivin' your whip
Fuckin' your bitch hold me down, son, yo
I hold you down with the pound
You got a lot of biscuit's, ayo
But where they at now?
Diggy down down, we Reservoir Dogs
You puppy chow-chow
Got my mittens on the kitten
Making it meow-meow


Yo, we bring the beef to you
Infested with the mad cow disease
We set to load, cock and squeeze
Boo yah, we too hard to hold off
One arm slam ya like Nikolai Volkoff
When I dip-dip-dive, uh
(Dive, uh) , the anti-socializer ('Lizer)
Everything be ice cream
Observe the Frusen Glädjé we rock ya
Knock ya fuckin' whole team off the roster
Starting lineup, Iron Lung and Funk Doctor

Stomp with the big dogs
(Check it, check it out)
Stomp with the big dogs
(Check it, check it out)
Stomp with the big dogs
(Check it, check it out)
Stomp with the big dogs
(Check it, check it out)

Johnny Blaze the Ghost Rider (Uh)
Ghost stories by the campfire
(Uh) , we nightbreed, vampire
Be duckin' from the head rushin'
(Uh) Wu Tang production (Uh)
Percussions bringin' repercussions
(Uh) I hold my mic sideways bustin'
Another one bites the dust and (Uh)
Cardiac arrest clutchin'
(Uh) your chest suckin' (Uh)
Your last breath, M-R, period, Meth
Niggas dyin' from paper cuts
Bleedin' to death
Down these mean streets, Jonny Quest (Uh)
From ASCAP to NASDAQ, get that money sack
(Uh) these habitats ain't no place to
Raise a family at these alley cats
(Uh) be at war with these dirty rats (Uh)
So watch your back when you come to the slums
(No) there ain't nowhere to run
From the Iron Lizza-Lung (Uh)
Phasers on stun, I be givin' it to son (yeah)
My plague spares no one, my uzi weigh a ton
(Word up, Meth yo)

Stomp with the big dogs
(Check it, check it out)
Stomp with the big dogs
(Check it, check it out)
Stomp with the big dogs
(Check it, check it out)
Stomp with the big dogs
(Check it, check it out)

We're on the move (Check it, check it out)
We're on the move (Check it, check it out)
We're on the move (Check it, check it out)
Stomp with the big dogs we're on the move
(Check it, check it out, yeah, dynamic duo
Uh)

Pon cock, the Don Juan Doc
Send crews back to the shoeshine box
Connect the dots my description, Black male
Yellowed and mellow
I make it hard for MCs to run neck and elbow
With D-O, penal code, Deebo knows
To duck when he hear the
Bike with the squeaky clutch
Swallow this hard act to follow
You could parachute off my slang and
Use my rhymes to toggle
I'm tense, so smooth I can't be fingerprinted
I stomp harder in slow motion
(Den-den, den-den-den)
Yo, fuck your applaud, bitches still rush me
Like they rushed the store
Before Soul Train Awards incorporate a law
Whoever ain't raw get they hand chopped
By Jamal with the Wu sword (Ooh-whee)
My crew specialize in snakin' your bitch
Robbin' you while you on the floor
Shakin' and shit
I'm doin' me, now do you (Yo, who you?) , Doc
I bomb shit 'til the conflict's crucial, I
Be the Black El Niño, I mean, yo, I'm supreme
Like the team show
What you paid your cream for
(To see us sit down?) Yo, nah
We get the fuck up
(And leave the one you with)
Then take her from Usher
That's right, six double-o with chrome pipes
US marshals, out to pen us up like Snipes
(Throw it in drive) Fuck takin'
Me and Meth alive
(Ayo, you lick that-a-way) You lick
Out the other side

Uh, yeah, yeah