Redman, Method Man - Cheka lyrics
[Redman, Method Man - Cheka lyrics]
Riggidy raow! Steppin' out the
Crowd throwin' bolos
Fliggidy-flame on! Twin chrome fo'-fo's
Loadin' it up, cocking it back
Ready to splash for real
Spit flows out the gill, God tried to build
It's hectic, 45-6 gimme a grip
That's more dollars in them thongs
Than them go-go chicks bitch I'm drunk
Pumpin' slugs out of cannon
Shut ya after party down when Meth and Red in
Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, no joke!
And when I hit the pussy
Call me Daddy Long Stroke
Oh Anna, I'm hittin' pigeons out in Atlanta
Banana split, hachoo, spit! (Oh shit)
Sticking ya, ripping ya for all ya funds
I wet ya like a 141 water guns
Cock d' like Rocky, got you scared to death
So hold on you bitches
'cause here come Red-Meth!
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Fuck with me and Meth and
We break ya fuckin neck-a (Remember this?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
(Remember this?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
(Remember this?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
(Remember this?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Okay to hey hey baby
Me and Doc about to blow
My Saturday Nights are special and
They're pointed at your nose
Ayy yo, save the speculations and the rumors
Comin' sooner than you think
I knock a fat bitch out her bloomers
Givin' tumors, hardcore
Givin' it to 'em raw landshark, Southpaw
So kids say I Jabb-er-jaw
One, two, no ending or beginning to my cypher
I'm winning tell the news
Like Peter Jennings
Depending, on any given day I'm representing
The struggle
My great grand who lived through the lynching
Oh yes y'all, if you got the weed
Who got the blunts? Take a guess y'all
Kool-Aid bustin' through the wall
Mr meth y'all
Ahh-chuu! Comment alllez-vous?
I used to hawk chickens
Now I'm maxin' with Badu
I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton
I'm swingin' the track from Staten
'Cause Staten's where I'm from
Fire Ina Hole method Man & Redman
Dat’s Dat Shit method Man & Redman
Da Rockwilder method Man & Redman
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Fuck with me and Meth and
We break ya fuckin neck-a (Remember this?)
Microphone- heck, micro-microphone checka!
(Remember this?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
(Remember this?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
(Remember this?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Crowd throwin' bolos
Fliggidy-flame on! Twin chrome fo'-fo's
Loadin' it up, cocking it back
Ready to splash for real
Spit flows out the gill, God tried to build
It's hectic, 45-6 gimme a grip
That's more dollars in them thongs
Than them go-go chicks bitch I'm drunk
Pumpin' slugs out of cannon
Shut ya after party down when Meth and Red in
Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, no joke!
And when I hit the pussy
Call me Daddy Long Stroke
Oh Anna, I'm hittin' pigeons out in Atlanta
Banana split, hachoo, spit! (Oh shit)
Sticking ya, ripping ya for all ya funds
I wet ya like a 141 water guns
Cock d' like Rocky, got you scared to death
So hold on you bitches
'cause here come Red-Meth!
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Fuck with me and Meth and
We break ya fuckin neck-a (Remember this?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
(Remember this?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
(Remember this?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
(Remember this?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Okay to hey hey baby
Me and Doc about to blow
My Saturday Nights are special and
They're pointed at your nose
Ayy yo, save the speculations and the rumors
Comin' sooner than you think
I knock a fat bitch out her bloomers
Givin' tumors, hardcore
Givin' it to 'em raw landshark, Southpaw
So kids say I Jabb-er-jaw
One, two, no ending or beginning to my cypher
I'm winning tell the news
Like Peter Jennings
Depending, on any given day I'm representing
The struggle
My great grand who lived through the lynching
Oh yes y'all, if you got the weed
Who got the blunts? Take a guess y'all
Kool-Aid bustin' through the wall
Mr meth y'all
Ahh-chuu! Comment alllez-vous?
I used to hawk chickens
Now I'm maxin' with Badu
I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton
I'm swingin' the track from Staten
'Cause Staten's where I'm from
Fire Ina Hole method Man & Redman
Dat’s Dat Shit method Man & Redman
Da Rockwilder method Man & Redman
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Fuck with me and Meth and
We break ya fuckin neck-a (Remember this?)
Microphone- heck, micro-microphone checka!
(Remember this?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
(Remember this?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
(Remember this?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!