Method Man, Redman - America's Most lyrics

Yo, welcome this is MC sharper image
I'm standing here with my dog technology
And we are here to uplift you mind
And upgrade your systems
So come on down everyone that
Wants to get some plug in and boot, and boot

Yo, Yo, I couldn't give a rat's ass
I've come to eat grub and slap ass
And show my whole entire black ass
Y'all know the saying he who
Laughs last laughs loudest bang the loudest
Can't a coward do a thing 'bout it
What the bum ba claat like "aye carumba"
Here's my name and number, lets "La Rhumba"
Doc, it makes me wonder how
Many heads has Heather Hunter's
How many different conclusions to come to
And my sixteen bars meth, hittin' too hard
With a total disregard for whole entourage
Rap phenom, slap your ass
Snap your thong to my theme song
And hope you don't get clap upon
Who that kid
As dirty as that Ol' Dirty Bastard
Who that kid, who pack a tool belt and
Dirty belt and dirty ratchet
Set your tape recorder
Lock down your daughter
Soon as a touch the rap game, out of order

Do I get brollic gimme that car ill show you
How to flip mileage gimme that mic
Ill short it with a quick wattage
Skip college for the big wallet
The ape with a fire escape from
The weight of a hit product
My draft is cold like miller beer
When I hit it
You see more stars than tigger's cheer
The red nigga here, and it's out of control
Something like when Ron Gold'
Went out with Nicole
I'll bring it back to the
Streets where the crooks belong
And if it ain't come back raw
You cooked it wrong
Gangsta bomb, hold your nose at the show
Ill be shittin' out my mouth
Like my colon closed
Me and meth, 100 proof, in case y'all a biter
And ovaries, feel these great ball of fire
(Doc, where the lighter) I'm hemming them up
Coffee grind them and put them
In a vanilla dutch

Believe that, the brothers in the house now
Be that "America's most"
Believe that, lets turn the mother out now
Be that "America's most"
Beback, that what it all about now
Be that "America's most"
We not playin' knowwhatinsayn'
Sonsayin "America's most" believe that
The brothers in the house now
Be that "America's most"
Believe that, lets turn the mother out now
Be that "America's most"
Be back, that what it all about now
Be that "America's most"
Fuck with the meth knowwhatinsayn'
Sonsayin "America's most"

I'm looking at you killers
Like you stole something, fuck ya life
Trust my niggas
Sometimes for I trust my wife
Fuck it, I'm nice
Y'all don't be rushing the mic
With your guns in your left hand
Not bustin' it right ain't no I in the team
Ain't no eyen' my cream
I'm a semi-auto, clean rapid-fire machine
Cocky, six foot three with knock knees
Attract hoodrats for blocks cause
I got cheese

Yo, dude I carry cheese
But I don't flaunt it
When the towel it thrown it
You know there's grown men that spoke on it
We both want it, the Trackmasters
Puncturing holes in the beat when a
Vocal tone poke on it
Barbaric, my caddie truck beyond average
With the same size wheels that
On a horse carriage
Up in the air, spot my dudes
Rollin' over shit like B
Rhymes on mountain dew

Believe that, the brothers in the house now
Be that "America's most"
Believe that, lets turn the mother out now
Be that "America's most"
Beback, that what it all about now
Be that "America's most"
We not playin' knowwhatinsayn'
Sonsayin "America's most" believe that
The brothers in the house now
Be that "America's most"
Believe that, lets turn the mother out now
Be that "America's most"
Be back, that what it all about now
Be that "America's most"
Fuck with the meth knowwhatinsayn'
Sonsayin "America's most"