Da Rockwilder

(album: Blackout! - 1999)

Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!

[Verse One: Method Man]

Microphone checker, swinging sword lecture
closing down the sector supreme neck protector
Better warn 'em kid Mr. Method boiling pot
about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV
for cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, it's all in together
going all out together it don't take much to please me
Still homes I'm never satisfied like the Stones
we don't condone biting see them selling crossbones
protecting what am writing don't clash with the Titan
who blast with a licence to kill rap reciting
C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home
TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) [Blew wind]...put your lights out
got the shit the cracking got you fiendin with your pipes out
time for some action, surfing the avenue
mad at you, where I used to battle crews
back when Antoinette had that attitude
Cover me I'm going in, walls closing in
got us busting off these pistols
my niggas got issues...again, same song
armed with the mega bomb
Blow you out the frame and I'm gone.

[Verse Two: Redman]

I was gone too but we roam , cellular phones
Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bones
don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown
suckers break like Turbo
and Ozone, when I, grab the broom
moon-walk platoon hawk my goons bark
leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true)
three nines and a glove with mad soul D-Die in the car
right behind on the bus
Haters don't touch, weigh us both up
now my neighbor doped up
got the cable hooked up. All channels
lift my shirt all Mammal
you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos.
sawed off shotgun
hand on the pump, sipping on a forty
smoking on a blunt
bust my gun and Red and Meth didn't jump
La la la la, la la la la

yeah c'mon, Red and Meth didn't jump
La la la la, la la la la