Method Man - The Motto lyrics
[Method Man - The Motto lyrics]
My niggas, how we do it? You
Know it like a poet, baby doll
Break through it, you know it like a poet
Baby doll
I spit, chew it, you know it like a poet
Baby doll
Get in the music, you know it like a poet
Baby doll
If you don't know, you better
Ask somebody who I be
On land, air, or sea, I don't need No ID
Once again
Let's get under their skins like IV's
Or Roman numerals fours
(IV's) who we doin' the score
I got a shoe in the door, nothin' new anymore
Ya'll got love for me? I got
Love for you and yours
Tical Part 0, my friend, rappers is fightin'
Like Tyson
When nothin' else work y'all start bitin'
My shit, and his shit, I'm hopin' it end
I live my life like a lotto ticket
Hopin' it win
Purple haze got me chokin' again, open again
I'm what's crackin'
Like your mamma smokin' again
If you see a model
Then you might see me follow
Rubbin' her thighs like Aladdin
Rub the Genie bottle
Back for another swallow, Method
You know my motto:
"Ya'll might just win today
But I'll be back tomorrow"
Ya'll tryin' to get me started
Who on the short yellow bus
Tryin' to get retarded?
Kid don't be the artist
Formerly known as artist
Jump off a skyscraper
The roof who hit the hardest
Where the bastards at and
Where they habitats?
I send they asses back to
Foldin' sweaters at the Gap
I like Nikes, food spicy, I'm a Pisces
That's why women love me and
Any nigga that's like me
Thoroughbread, I'm with gettin'
This dough instead need a ho
Like I need another hole in the head
Lord help me, I'm crackin' the safe
Pocket like 'Face
Mighty Healthy, you know I'm the shit
Soon as you smelt me
For what it's worth
The early bird sit at the table and eat first
My niggas need work, mami buggin'
Rippin' my t-shirt
We can kick it until our feet hurt
Mothers warn your daughters 'bout this
Tall drink of water
Spoiler, waiter give her anything she
Order on the menu
Method Man, live at your venue
Smokin' it, jumpin' off the dick
Like he mental kid, I got a murder rap
And my head is simple open up the pussy
Put the lead in the pencils
And people sayin' Wu gon' break up, ya'll
We got y'all numbers, it's time ya'll
Got your wake up calls, and
Know it like a poet, baby doll
Break through it, you know it like a poet
Baby doll
I spit, chew it, you know it like a poet
Baby doll
Get in the music, you know it like a poet
Baby doll
If you don't know, you better
Ask somebody who I be
On land, air, or sea, I don't need No ID
Once again
Let's get under their skins like IV's
Or Roman numerals fours
(IV's) who we doin' the score
I got a shoe in the door, nothin' new anymore
Ya'll got love for me? I got
Love for you and yours
Tical Part 0, my friend, rappers is fightin'
Like Tyson
When nothin' else work y'all start bitin'
My shit, and his shit, I'm hopin' it end
I live my life like a lotto ticket
Hopin' it win
Purple haze got me chokin' again, open again
I'm what's crackin'
Like your mamma smokin' again
If you see a model
Then you might see me follow
Rubbin' her thighs like Aladdin
Rub the Genie bottle
Back for another swallow, Method
You know my motto:
"Ya'll might just win today
But I'll be back tomorrow"
Ya'll tryin' to get me started
Who on the short yellow bus
Tryin' to get retarded?
Kid don't be the artist
Formerly known as artist
Jump off a skyscraper
The roof who hit the hardest
Where the bastards at and
Where they habitats?
I send they asses back to
Foldin' sweaters at the Gap
I like Nikes, food spicy, I'm a Pisces
That's why women love me and
Any nigga that's like me
Thoroughbread, I'm with gettin'
This dough instead need a ho
Like I need another hole in the head
Lord help me, I'm crackin' the safe
Pocket like 'Face
Mighty Healthy, you know I'm the shit
Soon as you smelt me
For what it's worth
The early bird sit at the table and eat first
My niggas need work, mami buggin'
Rippin' my t-shirt
We can kick it until our feet hurt
Mothers warn your daughters 'bout this
Tall drink of water
Spoiler, waiter give her anything she
Order on the menu
Method Man, live at your venue
Smokin' it, jumpin' off the dick
Like he mental kid, I got a murder rap
And my head is simple open up the pussy
Put the lead in the pencils
And people sayin' Wu gon' break up, ya'll
We got y'all numbers, it's time ya'll
Got your wake up calls, and