Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Motto , by - Method Man. Release date: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Motto |
| 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 I. D |
| Once again, let’s get under their skins like I.V.'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. |