Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walk On, artist - Method Man. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Walk On |
| It’s Meth, back on that old shit |
| Pick my ho’s with the same finger I pick my nose with |
| These flows get, hotter than most chicks, get the picture |
| I’m focused, got nothing but cock for cock-roaches, bitch, I’m gone before you |
| noticed |
| Ducking these coppers, try’nna make the coldest |
| Spot you with the bricks and the baking sodas |
| Me and my soldier, we taking over, taking payola |
| From all these stations and record labels, they killing culture, tell 'em niggas |
| «Walk on» |
| Yo, I blow ya minds, like Kurt Cobain |
| My block is hot like Lil' Wayne, I’ll pop ya little chain |
| I’m ready, hip hop is not gon' be the same |
| Like the Roc and Dame, I’ll dot the little change |
| Nigga, I ain’t scared, boy, yes sir |
| If I wasn’t a beast, you niggas wouldn’t whisper |
| I’m like, y’all can fuck y’all self, I’m getting paid daily |
| Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, can’t tell me, nigga «Walk on» |
| Huh, now go say that I don’t quiver, and any chick |
| Caught with dirt under her nail’s a gold digger |
| Yeah, I tell the people, like I told RZA |
| Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don’t, I’ll let you know, nigga |
| Nah, no carbon copies, they ain’t got me, but they can watch me |
| Jewels jingling, middle finger at paparazzi |
| Not too cocky, but still, ain’t too many niggas can top me |
| So bounce you foes and pull ya shoes up, nigga «Walk on» |
| Don’t even blink, think fast, make the right move |
| Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice Cube |
| I don’t play, homey, I got my stripes, too |
| I’mma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga |
| Recognize, like Sam Sneed’ll «back down» |
| You sick and tired of wack niggas, then act now |
| I show you how it’s done, nigga, Gilla House |
| Give you a whole clip, turn your ruby glitter out, nigga «Walk on» |
| And beat ya feet up, I’m sick with these dice, so put ya g’s up |
| Then back a lighter tree, about to get the energy up |
| I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker |
| Will win, and then «key» your car like Alicia |
| Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more Yankee caps than Derek Jeter |
| Try’nna catch me a diva, then I’mma catch and meet ya |
| Might spill a thong, but still a don, still got |
| Love, for my baby moms, we just don’t get along, hold the fuck on «Walk on» |
| Allow me to reintroduce -- nah, I don’t need it |
| If you ain’t got it since '92, nigga, beat it |
| Hop in the 4 of ya 7, black two-seater |
| Pull out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner |
| Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I roll steady |
| Get that dough Reggie, me fall off, really? |
| You better ask who the best rapper in ya hood |
| And when you mimick me, muthafucka, do it good, nigga «Walk on» |