| Check it out, yo I be like «yiggy yes y’all», Doctor on call
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| I’ll rock 'til my name in graffiti on the wall
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| Got flow like the rappers in Great George
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| Got weed? |
| (I got blunt) My name Jamal
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| I pause, flick the ash from my L
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| I (Pause) like Run and Jason Mizell
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| The emcee is me, host for the night
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| Papa Doc, only thing I don’t choke on the mic
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| I choke a bitch out if my gwap ain’t correct
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| Then with my giant hancock, I’ll get the cheque
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| I love trucks but drop-tops is the best
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| From the Beemers, Benz, now Rolex — watch me Haha, she like «Red so cool»
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| Any nigga after me, it’s a deja vu Doc stay in the paint like A.I. |
| shoes
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| Just watch how a one tonner made a move, dig it!
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| Hop in my truck and roll up the window
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| A-yo, you know what you in for
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| Once we turn the corner, light up the endo
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| A-yo, a-yo, a-yo
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| Yes she with me getting low like a limbo
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| Roll with Gs and we’ll show you how to get dough
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| Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk
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| A-yo, a-yo, a-yo
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| Who these corner store rappers slinging cracks in my hall?
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| Mama’s in the kitchen cooking cat, rat and dog
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| Me, I want a little something, y’all could have it all
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| I tryna walk before I crawl and move this package in my draws
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| That’s why I push the pedal to the muh’fuckin floor
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| With ten per cent method, only plug something poor
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| And still I keep it funky like four plus one more
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| Get this money like «In God We Trust», trust your boy
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| It’s a given, living this life it was written
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| Especially for me, I’m what the recipe is missing
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| Blow my piff in the air, key the ignition
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| Then get to lane switching, plucking ashes off the clip and
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| Mammy wanna ride and play the Bonnie to my Clyde
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| If anybody try to (Kill Bill), it’ll probably be the bride
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| Like all jokes aside, I’m serious with mine
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| And now I’m on this grind like Method Man in his prime
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| Yo, I got my swagger on and I feel great
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| Funk Doc be in the hood like Enfamil cases
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| I network on MySpace real late
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| Hoping my album make me another Bill Gates
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| Around my crib, look how I live
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| I’m a slob but crip niggas say I get biz
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| Anywhere I did a show women saying that I’m
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| «So aaaaaa-ma-zing»
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| Yeah, another mic, another night and the day’s end
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| Another heist, another kite in the state pen
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| My state business shit, y’all dudes just break wind
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| New York nigga, either you’re made mice or made men
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| I do the dirt that keep my hand on the work
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| I got the other hand up Mona Lisa’s skirt
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| My A-1 since day one stop
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| How many shots will it take to make son drop?
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| Hey! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A-YO , by - Method Man. Song from the album Best Of, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп