Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Release Yo' Delf, artist - Method Man. Date of issue: 11.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Release Yo' Delf |
| Check it, i’m the fuckin man, who they mention |
| Notice, that other niggaz rap styles is bogus |
| Doo-doo, prepare for this verse tical voodoo |
| Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation |
| Inside ya, cuz i be that house over water |
| Forgot in the realm that be deep as the poseidon |
| Adventure, niggaz need to touch they freakin picture |
| For the sickness, that be spreadin with the quickness |
| Remedies, cousin i be doin on my enemies |
| Penalty, then i drink forties to they memories |
| Emotion, rushin through your down street vicinity |
| Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity |
| What’s that rhythm what’s that sound |
| Party people getting down |
| When it hit the baddest man |
| Just release, yo delf! |
| As i keep it movin, babey we be movin uh Keep it movin, and we keep it movin uh Keep it movin baby we be movin uh Keep it movin, and we keep it huh rharhhh |
| My god, somebody said it’s on, if it isn’t i’ll be set |
| To blow a nigga up, with my five fingers of death |
| I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand |
| If he frontin, on any man down with the clan |
| I be comin, for the headpiece you can’t cope |
| For my brother, i bring it to the pope, word to mother |
| Serial, killa, style from big isle |
| No stat, my peoples are you with me where you at? |
| Shit’s gettin deep in here, i mean like thick |
| Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick |
| It’s about to hit the fan, hit the flo' |
| That’s all i can stands, and i can’t stands no mo' |
| What is it? |
| niggaz think they bigga |
| Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol |
| They don’t know i’m wicked, when i start to kick it With the raw sound, wash it down with a mystic |
| Then i add a snapple, nigga want the juice |
| But he don’t want the hassle |
| Then we try to overthrow the castle |
| Better yet the tent when i’m comin to your town |
| Black man, the rental, god, the pistol |
| Yah! |
| if you don’t want a burn from glock |
| Then beware, i buck shots, we move up, the buck stops |
| Here, no more dough will be made |
| Unless it’s being made by hoes |
| What’s that rhythm what’s that sound |
| Party people getting down |
| When it hit the baddest man |
| Just breathe in, till then |
| And keep it movin, baby keep it movin |
| I plan to keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh And keep it movin, baby we be movin uh And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh And keep it movin, baby we be movin uh We keep movin, |
| you know we keep it moo. |
| rarhrah |
| Throw your hands in the sky |
| And wave em from side to side |
| And if you’re ready to spark up the meth-tical |
| Let me hear you say stim-uli |