Method Man - Intro (The Day After) lyrics
[Method Man - Intro The Day After lyrics]
Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal
Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal
(well speak your mind then) ok, I will
No one has the right to tell me what
I can do with my own body
What I can eat, drink or smoke
This is a free country and no one can take
Away my constitutional rights hey man
Can you put me on and I
Can say anything I want
Is that what I need to do? (Yea)
Then why isin't alcohol made
Illegal? Why isin't that
While you drinking it
It hang on and disposes your liver
Besides that, it's a habitat for alcohol
Besides that
Cigarettes are much worse than pot
No one ever got killed by pot
(you tell 'em, you tell 'em)
God damn it, man, everything
You can get us anything you want
(Anything you want, marijuana legal
Make marijuana legal, what's so bad anyway
What's so bad about feeling good?
There's nothing wrong with blowing crack
Yea)
Stop, look & listen, guess who coming up?
And y'all was dumb enough to
Think that Method's number's up
Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck
You hungry fucks
Can sum it up, I give my money up
Spit at a honey
Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up
Can't roll with us
If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up
Y'all know what up
See we them niggas, ain't no ho in us
The flow is nuts i'm off the meter
Momma wished that I was off the reefer
But, for now
I got this game up in the cobra clutch
Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger
Shot of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got that Killa up
What y'all ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When half ya niggas posing similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think this
Game need a enema, yea
It's "common sense", I Used 2 Love
HER, now they pimpin' her, yeah
But if you Enter the Wu Tang, you tripping
Like somebody tied together your shoestring
Now listen i'm the, real deal, come on
Come back to get ya like bad karma
Y'all niggas is throwing rocks
With glass armor
Fuck the court system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, start reading my lips
I'm cocky, possibly I got my reasons and shit
They ain't built a man that can
Stop me from feeding my kids
And if you don't know where I'm coming from
Never know where I be in most likely
Where ya start at'll be the
Place where you eating
And anybody hating on him, hating on them
That's right, anybody hating on
Him, hating on them, motherfuckers
How could you ever say that I'm washed up
When I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
4: 21 the Day After
Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal
(well speak your mind then) ok, I will
No one has the right to tell me what
I can do with my own body
What I can eat, drink or smoke
This is a free country and no one can take
Away my constitutional rights hey man
Can you put me on and I
Can say anything I want
Is that what I need to do? (Yea)
Then why isin't alcohol made
Illegal? Why isin't that
While you drinking it
It hang on and disposes your liver
Besides that, it's a habitat for alcohol
Besides that
Cigarettes are much worse than pot
No one ever got killed by pot
(you tell 'em, you tell 'em)
God damn it, man, everything
You can get us anything you want
(Anything you want, marijuana legal
Make marijuana legal, what's so bad anyway
What's so bad about feeling good?
There's nothing wrong with blowing crack
Yea)
Stop, look & listen, guess who coming up?
And y'all was dumb enough to
Think that Method's number's up
Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck
You hungry fucks
Can sum it up, I give my money up
Spit at a honey
Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up
Can't roll with us
If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up
Y'all know what up
See we them niggas, ain't no ho in us
The flow is nuts i'm off the meter
Momma wished that I was off the reefer
But, for now
I got this game up in the cobra clutch
Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger
Shot of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got that Killa up
What y'all ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When half ya niggas posing similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think this
Game need a enema, yea
It's "common sense", I Used 2 Love
HER, now they pimpin' her, yeah
But if you Enter the Wu Tang, you tripping
Like somebody tied together your shoestring
Now listen i'm the, real deal, come on
Come back to get ya like bad karma
Y'all niggas is throwing rocks
With glass armor
Fuck the court system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, start reading my lips
I'm cocky, possibly I got my reasons and shit
They ain't built a man that can
Stop me from feeding my kids
And if you don't know where I'm coming from
Never know where I be in most likely
Where ya start at'll be the
Place where you eating
And anybody hating on him, hating on them
That's right, anybody hating on
Him, hating on them, motherfuckers
How could you ever say that I'm washed up
When I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
4: 21 the Day After