Method Man, Redman - Lalala

Boo! Ha! Let's go! Yo! Now everybody welcome me back like I'm Carter It's 90s ugly, I'm in the mirror like Shubba America's most blunted, Cheecher Chong say I'm Don Dada A bounty hunter for the sour armor Hit your hood, I'm in pocket how I get around I'm on my toes like a midget in a urine aisle Whoever your connect, boy, better tell him I'm looking for the killer, I'm tryna catch a felon I'm looking for who's selling, Mary cooking my share of vellum I pin and tell him my artist wore Machiavellian By day seven see what they're smelling It's me and Helen You see that seven on seven C's Call me with jelly Go call a reverend, Mac 11 and split your melon If that don't get him a honeydew in a split second America's most put us both in the spoke section With no sticks and no seeds and no exceptions I'm like yeah you know I roll that I'm like hey this nigga, got it I'm like yeah and then we smoke that Now everybody say da-da-da-da-da-da I'm like, yeah, you know I roll out I'm like, hey, this nigga got it, yo Yeah, and then we smoke that Brook City, Staten Island Hey, punk brothers, you got the herb, the blood cuff it You came to beef with a butter knife, then don't cut it Just co-bust it, wild style when I co-crush it The Giller house got a Giller lost, I'm cold-blooded You all ready, I run with Reggie, I don't puff it We like De Niro and Joe Pesci, but low budget Bunch of buzzkillers, buzzbusters, they askin' how you do it Ain't no Nike to it, I just does it Granddaddy and I'm listenin' to Bob Marley I tear the roof off the Porsche like it's house party I got the new edition that green homie, it's a killer Ralph Ricky, Mike Bobby, Ronnie and Johnny Niggas say they got gas but it's all gas They talking like a podcast, nigga haul ass I never share and I don't pass the clip 'Cause that shit on his lip, got some shit on his lip And I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that I'm like, this nigga got it I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that Now everybody say that I'm like, yeah, you know I roll out I'm like, this nigga got it, yo Yeah, and then we smoked that Brook City, Staten Island Hey yo, look, this weed I got, bruh I swear on my mama I can see the future The hood said I got crystal diamonds I'm at court in marijuana pajamas The judge said, you smoke pot? I'm like, yeah, your honor I got the plug, so my homie got it on the low 'Cause I'm looking at your O's, nigga like, what are those? I got a party in LA, if I run out of blood I need more like Rudy Ray, nigga Oh, in my French, I'm so international This is Doc and Mets, Jim Fouman, Sacré-Bleu The skunk on me, mon ami Pepe Le Pew Call your nephew if that's how I give me effort, you This is Vex, homie, more energized, no rest for me No positive without negative, more or less, homie The best bud in the West, homie, no stress, homie Protect your neck, cause me and Brody got neck, homie I'm like, yeah, you know I roll out I'm like, this nigga got it, yo I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that Now everybody say, da-da-da-da-da I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that I'm like, this nigga got it, yo I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that Brook City, Staten Island