文本歌词

The Turn - Method Man (方法人)
Written by：Clifford Smith/C. Woods/R. Diggs/William Davidson/M. Davies/John Kenneth Goodison/Anthony Tony Hiller
Everywhere I turn
I see your face
Yeah
Yeah motivate motivation from the gate ya'll
Yeah
Aiyo aiyo aiyo
And we the Gods
Still tear the whole hood apart
Darts that'll splatter through faces
Taste niggaz hearts
I'm intellectual plus professional
And walbaums to vegetables
Sh*t is right here like buyin' fly gear
Dare any white man or fan n***a ran through niggaz
Blew shotties in niggaz lobbies the grand RZA
We left the radio broke I yoke my vocals
Hittin' green smoke
***** math' show me when the needle broke
Numb the whole crowd up
Stupid ass loud fouled up
Never knew what they had
Now they proud of us
Picture my vision precision
Lines jumpin' out of commission
Divine got me n***a the boss he pop me
Rae we gotta generate lord
I feel the ditech the mildew
Buy jets and vehicles steal a little
Wrap up the whole rap government
Go head ya'll floss wit it
Walk wit I slap your boss wit it
Navy blue New York fitted I'm cold frost bitted
Two puffs and off wit it
You smell the herb
'Fore I lit the spots it's forfeit it
Blocks is hot feel the shot from fourthfifth it
With no regard for your boulevard
Just the sh*t bag and bullet scar
It's the riddler riddle me this
Riddle me that
Who the pretender
And who the door man that let them enter
The wu tang 36 cham'
What you smokin'
Got you in the game chokin'
Like van gundy coachin'
Your street team bunch of weaklings
Don't ever let me catch your reachin'
Respect when a grown man is speakin'
Shh keep on sleepin'
And just like TLC
I keep on creepin'
The five percent of ya'll keep on teachin'
The heat seakin'
Missile official
That got issues
Like funk doc got snot tissue
It's hott nikkels
Everywhere I turn I see
Your face
But you're never there
Shh sh*t ain't over
Okay now same sh*t
Different day grindin' gettin' paid
Self at it automatic
Guns that spit and spray
Gotta have it
Ass grab it
Time to slip and weight
Godbody house your Party
Watch the kid N play
Ya'll gon' make me go postal
Up in this muthaf**ka house
Full of bloodsuckers and hoes that love hustlers
Roll that izza pour me another kizza
Bigga to my n***a so drunk they can't get up
Shotguns through nose
Hot ones through foes
Let the herb spots run 'til the cops come suppose
I was just another stick in the mud on a Saturday
Thinkin' how I'mma get the fifth in the club
See my crew thick
Everyday I fights to prove it
We comes undisputed
With batteries included
Honey's bee like meth
I be like what
They want some free cd's
I'm like see these nuts
If ya'll muthaf**kas gettin' high tonight
Say all right haha
If ya'll muthaf**kas gettin' drunk tonight
Say all right haha
It be tical
Ok
Haha
Yeah yeah ok
It be tical ok
Haha yeah