Method Man - Take The Heat lyrics
[Method Man - Take The Heat lyrics]
Spinning the b-b-beats for the streets
It's the Bomb Squad DJ
We getting you crunk right now
Get down or lay down
Take it like a motha fuckin' man
He's Mr take The Heat, Mr baby Rub My Feet
Mr don't Be Hanging Late In Streets
Mr bring Home The Bacon
Mr you Ain't Hear Enough
Mr pack Your Shit, Mr do It To Me Rough
Mr please, Drop Me At My Job
Mr please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow
Mr please, Can I Use Your Car
If any man can do all this
He got to be a bad boy
Fast women and fast cars
A razor blade instead of a tongue
My game sharp
We major leaguers, minor leaguers
Get out the park
Bitches, that wanna back talk
Get out and walk
I'm too cold, like Iceberg Slim
Ya'll see, I'm caked up with icing
Rolling on dubs, thug for lifing
Never trifling and I ain't never met a piece
Of pussy I ain't liking
I'm too piping, hot, front, you get got, kid
Don't get too close
Because you might get shot
He's Mr take The Heat, Mr baby Rub My Feet
Mr don't Be Hanging Late In Streets
Mr bring Home The Bacon
Mr you Ain't Hear Enough
Mr pack Your Shit, Mr do It To Me Rough
Mr please, Drop Me At My Job
Mr please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow
Mr please, Can I Use Your Car
If any man can do all this
He got to be a bad boy
Okay, come out and play
Ya'll clowns Need to get down
Or get out the way i'm a live round
Shot to your head by Doc Dre ain't too long
Ya'll gon' live on consignment and not pay
This is everyday, life of the kid
Fuck who it is
I'm gon' live like a true bad boy
And do it big and I could take it
It's just as good as I get
And ya'll ain't gotta ask
Dead rapper your ass, kid
Who anti-everything, ya'll niggas is for
Who eat up everything on his plate
Then eat yours
Ain't got no table manners at all
I'm off the wall
Like I'm MJ, jerking myself
Scream at your frog
And bitches wanna give us the drawers
Cuz who we are
The same bitch'll sugared your tank
And key your car the life of a player and
Pimp, who every dollar, tax exempt
Pussy paying the rent, now who I'm is?
He's Mr take The Heat, Mr baby Rub My Feet
Mr don't Be Hanging Late In Streets
Mr bring Home The Bacon
Mr you Ain't Hear Enough
Mr pack Your Shit, Mr do It To Me Rough
Mr please, Drop Me At My Job
Mr please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow
Mr please, Can I Use Your Car
If any man can do all this
He got to be a bad boy
Oh I'm a bad boy, fast cars, hot women
The lifestyle, accustomed to winning
Bitch, your chrome is spinning
Tinted windows but still
You're jailed from the head
Bopping gangsta lean
You'se a bad boy, champagne
Diamond studded events
Red carpet rollout, pulling up in a Bent'
And the crowd, they taking pictures
It's hard to tell, if a flash went off
Or you was blinded by the riches
It's the Bomb Squad DJ
We getting you crunk right now
Get down or lay down
Take it like a motha fuckin' man
He's Mr take The Heat, Mr baby Rub My Feet
Mr don't Be Hanging Late In Streets
Mr bring Home The Bacon
Mr you Ain't Hear Enough
Mr pack Your Shit, Mr do It To Me Rough
Mr please, Drop Me At My Job
Mr please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow
Mr please, Can I Use Your Car
If any man can do all this
He got to be a bad boy
Fast women and fast cars
A razor blade instead of a tongue
My game sharp
We major leaguers, minor leaguers
Get out the park
Bitches, that wanna back talk
Get out and walk
I'm too cold, like Iceberg Slim
Ya'll see, I'm caked up with icing
Rolling on dubs, thug for lifing
Never trifling and I ain't never met a piece
Of pussy I ain't liking
I'm too piping, hot, front, you get got, kid
Don't get too close
Because you might get shot
He's Mr take The Heat, Mr baby Rub My Feet
Mr don't Be Hanging Late In Streets
Mr bring Home The Bacon
Mr you Ain't Hear Enough
Mr pack Your Shit, Mr do It To Me Rough
Mr please, Drop Me At My Job
Mr please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow
Mr please, Can I Use Your Car
If any man can do all this
He got to be a bad boy
Okay, come out and play
Ya'll clowns Need to get down
Or get out the way i'm a live round
Shot to your head by Doc Dre ain't too long
Ya'll gon' live on consignment and not pay
This is everyday, life of the kid
Fuck who it is
I'm gon' live like a true bad boy
And do it big and I could take it
It's just as good as I get
And ya'll ain't gotta ask
Dead rapper your ass, kid
Who anti-everything, ya'll niggas is for
Who eat up everything on his plate
Then eat yours
Ain't got no table manners at all
I'm off the wall
Like I'm MJ, jerking myself
Scream at your frog
And bitches wanna give us the drawers
Cuz who we are
The same bitch'll sugared your tank
And key your car the life of a player and
Pimp, who every dollar, tax exempt
Pussy paying the rent, now who I'm is?
He's Mr take The Heat, Mr baby Rub My Feet
Mr don't Be Hanging Late In Streets
Mr bring Home The Bacon
Mr you Ain't Hear Enough
Mr pack Your Shit, Mr do It To Me Rough
Mr please, Drop Me At My Job
Mr please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow
Mr please, Can I Use Your Car
If any man can do all this
He got to be a bad boy
Oh I'm a bad boy, fast cars, hot women
The lifestyle, accustomed to winning
Bitch, your chrome is spinning
Tinted windows but still
You're jailed from the head
Bopping gangsta lean
You'se a bad boy, champagne
Diamond studded events
Red carpet rollout, pulling up in a Bent'
And the crowd, they taking pictures
It's hard to tell, if a flash went off
Or you was blinded by the riches