Released on May 18, 2004

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[Intro: Method Man]

{*Yawning*}

Damn!

[Verse 1: Method Man, Ghostface Killah & Both]

Yo, yo

Woke up in the morning, like 10 a.m

Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin

Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin

Yo, Meth, the mailman!

Yo, Ghost, let him in!

Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface (Yeah)

Package for a friend, here (Uh)

Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen

Gucci flip flops, I bops my way to the kitchen

My keys is missin', my trees is missin'

No more parties, 'cause Doc need to listen

Heard something in my closet, go, look! He's a pissin'!

I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back

Yo, yo, half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm

That's wrong, this is John John, pro and con phenomenon

Stretch with a morning yawn, party 'til the break of dawn

Ladies throw your faces on, sing it when the break come on

[Chorus: Method Man, Ghostface Killah & Both]

Ichi, ni, san, shi

Boats, suites, dough, beats

No cat give you these, rap flow triple g's

Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah & Method Man]

Wu-Tang ('Ide, 'ide), the best rap group of all time (Yeah)

Rush little shotgun, rest around nine (Uh)

'Frigerator, fish and sweets with no swine

Dirty and Meth guest room with four dimes

And U-G. had a Masta headache

Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, gettin' that cake

Where Divine at? Wine at

Tell the DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it with a blind back

Dime sack (Uh), you know we (Uh) blew that with the cognac (Uh)

Them bowling ball lead head niggas, we call them pawn yacks


[Verse 3: Method Man]

I say my girl like to party all the time, Ghost

Spend up my ends, every week, she always cryin', broke

Thank God it's Friday, I just got paid

Feelin' good like I just got laid

The next drink's on me, instead of "oh God", you think "O.G"

White girls, they comin' out, like they Pink on E

So you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardless

We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin' garbage

This where it's crackin' at, Street is you passin' that?

Mamis is grabbin' asses, Johnny, I'm grabbin' back

You know my habitat, you know my peoples

If you with me, where you at?

There ain't nothin' compared to that, come on!

[Chorus: Method Man & Ghostface Killah]

Ichi, ni, san, shi

Boats, suites, dough, beats

No flow ill as these, any coast, nigga please

Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride

[Bridge: Method Man, Ghostface Killah & Both]

Yo, I got me some Seagram's gin ('Ide, 'ide)

Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in

These cheap motherfuckers be grown ass men

Tight motherfuckers finish your shit then they bounce off with them

Come back again, drunk off your gin

And when they try to get you for your ends, that's no friend, eh-eh

That's no friend, eh-eh

Yeah

I got me some Seagram's gin

Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in

These cheap motherfuckers be grown ass men

Tight motherfuckers finish your shit then they bounce off with them

Come back again, drunk off your gin

And when they try to get you for your ends, that's no friend, eh-eh

That's no friend, eh-eh


[Outro: Method Man]

Yeah

Greedy motherfuckers, man, I swear, I can't stand y'all motherfuckers

Always wanna get high but never wanna buy

First one to come to the party, last one to leave, man, fuck all that

Ayo, check this out

Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we come from, man