Redman, Method Man - Well All Rite Cha lyrics

Hydro indo (buddha) hah cocoa yo, ya ya yo!
I need some brown weed (lady) all day
I need some brown weed (jenny)
I need some cut (lady, lady)

Now these doors don't open, til after dark
And it ain't til 12 til
The party really starts
(Yo, me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right before the fun was about to begin)
Yo yo, one bitten, jabberjaws
Tryin to taste the
Paper written, kids be bullshittin
I see they flaws too many rebels
Not enough cause for me to pause
Them broads love my shitty drawers
The finest
Criminal minded put my life behind it
You niggas
Find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle
She too sexy


So I gotta watch you fast bitches
Too many tricks
That can give a dick a bad sickness coughing

Yo, yo! Yo son excuse me?
(Yo) I'm tryin to earn a million buck or two
The ill MC step in -
(and who the fuck are you?)
Doc start walkin bumpin MOP
To catch a nigga gettin gassed
Puttin ten on three
(Da Ruckus) With the mic I blast men on sight
So off the hook Atlantic Bell
Had to go on strike
Doc did it, metaphors come AMG kitted 20
20 vision, comes tinted! From being so high
(So high) so high so high

Air it out
Iron Lung I be the street soldier, ante up
Pull them panties up, party's over
In the cut
Slappin grudges offa niggas shoulder
Bringin ruck
Like them Wild-cats at Villanova
Hot as fuck!
Duke or sober, swallow ebola, soul controller
Of the universe, stole-a, colder than polar
Caps grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat'
Keep them cats runnin for they gat
In stormy weather

Gats, right hook
Uppercut swollen how I left your eye
Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked FOI
Aiyyo ho! Doc be keepin a
Dope show like Marilyn
Manson the handgun be stashed
In the panelling
Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget
Diggin in that whole plate and
Piss on your picnic
(Don't nobody move) Don't
Nobody start flinchin
Limo driver, roll up the fuckin partition!

Gettin pussy all nite
(well all rite cha) yeah yeah

(Get drunk as hell) and so on
(well all rite cha) yo yo





Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before
I'll do it again
Snatch spark to the ignition
I'm screwin it in
(Aiyyo we out) Six drop in ten seconds, what?
I'll be the first one on the floor at your
Wedding reception
B-Boys gather around and act p noid
Bring the Trouble T-Roy
'til your earlobes keloid
(Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah Conn'
For the barrel bonds
(Am I on?) Tical, you're on

Uhh uhh-on, uhh uhh-on
Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh-on

Got these slim pickins on my Charles Dickens
I pack a mac to make your back stiffen
Flip the script I act different
The oddball, keep your distance
Warning y'all you don't listen
Bitchin over shit you ain't gettin
So finally, puttin in work, the big hurt
MC, with a social disease, and get it first
Enemies, feel my energies
Four centuries of anger
Remember me? (The field nigga)
Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA sharp, and hazardous
Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor
Speed like a millipede (Hot Nix-on)
Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed
(ha)
Showin you the pain I feel from holdin these
Black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays
They come with batteries included
In wicked ways

Gettin pussy all nite
(well all rite cha) yeah yeah

(Get drunk as hell) and so on
(well all rite cha) yo yo





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