Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tical, artist - Method Man. Date of issue: 15.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tical |
| «You've been lucky… I wish I got you last time |
| En garde, I’ll let you try my Wu-Tang style.» |
| «I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let’s begin then!» |
| + (and others) |
| From the tip top? |
| (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck’s up with light dude?) |
| Yup, one two (no doubt, no doubt) |
| One two one two |
| Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeah, we gon' be up in that) |
| Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up) |
| Ah one two yo, check me out |
| What’s that shit that they be smokin'? |
| Tical… tical, tical |
| Pass it over here… tical… tical, tical |
| What’s that shit that they be smokin'? |
| Tical… tical, tical |
| Pass it over here… tical… tical, tical |
| Check it, I got styles, all of 'em sick |
| Niggas ain’t fit to walk a mile in the dead man’s kicks |
| I make 'em shit about a pile of bricks to show |
| He ain’t nothing but another unknown John Doe |
| That wanna flow, here it is, coming up shit’s creek |
| I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep |
| And I’ma grow like a rash on ya nasty ass |
| In a whip, with no brakes and I’m hitting the gas |
| It’s a bird, it’s a plane, take a look in the sky |
| Method Man on some shit, niggas call me The Fly |
| 'Cause my style dates back to hopping turnstiles |
| Pay ya fare, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I’ll |
| Get severe on the double, I harass it |
| I don’t look for trouble, I’m already trouble |
| Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted |
| I’m another deadly venom style to be mastered |
| By a psychopathic, way beyond an average |
| Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it |
| What’s that shit that they be smokin'? |
| Tical… tical, tical |
| Pass it over here… tical… tical, tical |
| What’s that shit that they be smokin'? |
| Tical… tical, tical |
| Pass it over here… tical… tical, tical |
| One two, uh, one two one two |
| One two, uh, one two one two |
| One two, uh, one two one two |
| One two, uh, check it out |
| What goes off? |
| What goes on? |
| The Meth shit |
| That we got is to stay high, no question |
| Lethal weapon, ain’t no time for half steppin'' |
| When brothers start wettin' everything in ya section |
| Move that, niggas came strapped, should’ve knew that |
| Do that, pussycat rap, boy, I’ll screw that |
| To' up, from the flow up, don’t even show up |
| To the battle, I heard you rattle, now hold up |
| Is there a fucking snake in my garden? |
| Starvin' for a rap treat, steppin' on my feet |
| Pardon your delf, before ya find your delf |
| In a fucked up situation, without no help |
| I’m not playin' 'cause I don’t play with nobody goddamn kid |
| Know what I’m sayin'? |
| I’m peeling niggas wigs |
| I be sprayin' brothers with words |
| 'Cause I gotta spit proooob… |
| Tical… tical, tical |
| Pass it over here… tical… tical, tical |
| What’s that shit that they be smokin'? |
| Tical… tical, tical |
| Pass it over here… tical… tical, tical |
| One two uh, one two one two |
| One two uh… (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical) |
| (Yeah, niggas better recognize… tical…) |