[Intro: Method Man]
Come on!
1, 2, 1, 2, uh uh
1, 2, 1, 2
Mr. Mef, Funk Doc
1, 2, 1, 2, uh uh
1, 2, 1, 2
DJ Scratch on the track
1, 2, 1, 2
Wha, wha, 1, 2, 1, 2
Break your mothafuckin' back
1, 2, 1, 2
Ah, yo, yo
[Verse 1: Method Man, (Redman)]
My lyric is AWOL, batter up, play ball
Fuck y'all analog niggas, we be digital
Subliminal command from the 5-star general
Attack you from the blind side (Invisible)
To the naked eye, where them criminals?
Better have your 8 essential vitamins and minerals
When Wu is coming through, you know the outcome (Critical!)
Conditionin' your physical for injurin'
The officer and gentleman who stack private Benjamin
[Verse 2: Redman]
Off a beat like this, I keep a night stick
In case any stick-up kid with heat might miss
I chicken fry rice bitch in a white trench
Bustin' off two MACs, I'm like "I'm hit!"
Yo, I'm just playin'
I clear the crowd out like a pepper spray can sprayin'
I throw lightning out the arms, Raiden
Your guard should pray
Next year I do nothin' more than Y2K
[Hook: Method Man (Redman)]
We say
Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2
(Yo, wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2)
We say
Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2, we say
(Aiyyo, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2)
We say
Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2
(Aiyyo, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2)
Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2
And if you say fuck me
(I'ma say fuck you)
Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2
[Verse 3: Method Man]
From debutant, down to stripper
I'm too nonchalant
A drink mixed with four kinds of liquors
Catch me at the bar, 'FUBAR'
Ladies know who we are and dream of fuckin' a star
Who da scrub?
Shotgun in his man car, burnin' up
Forever gettin' thrown out the club
It be us, pa!
Shout out and bugged
I smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz
I'm everything you think you don't know
[Verse 4: Redman]
Yo, Meth, I throw a 5 in the power
Pop a wheelie with the front end hittin' speed bumps, 40 miles per hour
I'm out at Howard, next to Baltimore
Takin' change out the fountains at shopping malls
Rats can only afford Chuck-E-Cheese
The blood in my genes is tough like Buddy Lee
Semi-dart auto off ya, blood coughin'
Meth, pull the last spark plug with a heart pump
[Hook: Method Man (Redman)]
We say
Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2
(Yo, wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2)
We say
Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2, we say
(Aiyyo, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2)
We say
Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2
(Aiyyo, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2)
Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2
And if you say fuck me
(I'ma say fuck you)
Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2
[Verse 5: Redman]
Call me Will, enemy at state
When Funk Doc run the scam
New jacks stutterin', Duh Duh Duh Man from the upper hand
Punch, atomic bomb'll hit many
From Bricks to South Park, you dyin' with Kenny
While you bailin', I'm trailin'
Rockin' hard hat helmets
Clip the satellite surveillance
When I walk by, you better not be kickin'
Or I'll put two more in that teriyaki chicken
[Verse 6: Method Man]
You've just been fitted for them cement shoes
This is bottom of the lake raps – stab you in the back, Kung Fu
52 cops can't withstand the 52 Blocks
Unless they bust like 52 shots
I'm the has-been that have not
Battle kids at Maxwell's house
Knowin' I'm good to the last drop
What's my name? Meth, his name, Doc
Just like Erving
See me in the grand transportation, splurgin'
Drivin' with a turban, who push a black Suburban (Come on)
We rollin', windows half-down through the urban
Network, law, lay it down like a Persian
M to the E to the F, spell "curtains"
[Verse 7: Redman]
Get out your car, sucker! This ain't yours
Robbed you with a gun that's filled with paintballs
And broads got the nerve to act funny
You a champagne ho with Kool-Aid money
Frown bitch, Doc up in that tail quick
You back down a point on NFL Blitz
I’m liable to break fool and take two
And punch a hole in the Earth to escape through
[Hook: Method Man (Redman)]
We say
Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2
(Yo, wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2)
We say
Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2, we say
(Aiyyo, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2)
We say
Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2
(Aiyyo, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2)
Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2
And if you say fuck me
(I'ma say fuck you)
Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2
[Outro: Method Man]
DJ Scratch
Not Ready for Prime Time Players
Mr. Mef, Funk Doc
Def Jam 2000, muthafuckasssssss!!! {*echos out*}
Hold me down, baby
Nod your head to this...
Come on!
[Skit: Redman, Funkmaster Flex]
Aiyyo, this is WKYA radio
We Kickin' Your mothafuckin' Ass
Yo, Flex!
That's right, it's goin' down!
Redman, Method Man, blackin' the fuck out!
Now listen!