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Wu-Tang Clan - Method Man (Home Grown Version - Official Audio) ft. Method Man
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Method Man
Vocals
Prince Rakeem
Prince Rakeem
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Composer
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Composer
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Composer
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Composer
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Composer
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Composer
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
Composer
Russell Jones
Russell Jones
Composer
Prince Rakeem
Prince Rakeem
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Ethan Ryman
Ethan Ryman
Engineer
RZA
RZA
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
One, two, uh, one, one
One, two, uh, one, one
[Verse 2]
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
[Verse 3]
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
Patty cake, patty cake, hey the Method Man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber band
I be Sam, Sam I am
And I don't eat green eggs and ham
Style will hit ya, wham, then goddamn
You'll be like "Oh shit, that's the jam!"
Turn it up, now hear me get buckwi-wi-wild
I'm about to blow, light me up
Upside, downside, inside, and outside
Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt
I am, the one and only Method Man
The master of the plan wrappin' shit like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of that
Hold up, what? I tawt I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy-dog shit, right here
Yippy-yippy yeah, yippy yah, yippy yo
Like Deck said, this ain't your average flow
Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie kah
Tell me how ya like it so far, baby paw
The poetry's in motion coast to coast, and
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my lord
Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey, like Fat Albert
It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it
It's the Method
Man, uh, like that, baby paw, uh
[Bridge]
Check it, I got fat bags of skunk
I got, White Owl blunts
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes, I'm about to go get lifted
I got, myself a forty
I got, myself a shorty
And I'm about to go and stick it
Yes, I'm about to go and stick it
[Verse 4]
Uh
H-U-F-F huff and I puff
Blow like snow when the cold wind blow
Then zoom, I hit the mic like boom
Wrote a song about it like to hear it, here it go
Question, what exactly is a panty raider?
Ill behavior savior or major flavor
All of the above, oh yeah, plus I do so
Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super
Not an average Joe with an average flow
Doing average things with average hoes
Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm
For my, super sperm
Check it, I give it to ya raw, butt naked
I smell sess, pass the Method
Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic
Missles and shoot game like a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click bang, bang
A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
J-U-M-P jump and I thump
Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me
P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry
Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me
'Cause, ooh I be the super sperm
Chim chimmeny, chim chim cherie
Freak a flow and flow fancy free
Now how many licks does it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a breakbeat
Don't sleep, the crew's mad deep, Wu-Tang
Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach
So to each and every crew
You're clear like glass, I can see right through
You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all 'cause you vic'd
And ya didn't have friends to begin with
[Chorus]
I'm the M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Yes, I am
[Verse 5]
Uh, uh
Rappers crossing over to that R 'n' B jinx
Walk around town like your shit don't stink
Take it from me, hey G, you don't amaze me
Shot me at point blank range but only grazed me
Nothing mental, just plain and simple
Lyrics you bust couldn't bust a fucking pimple
Come here kid, what? Let me tell you something
Your like change of a penny, nothing
Wham, oh shit, god damn
Skippy, hit me, man I get flam
Better yet hectic, wreck shit, I'm rowdy
Like a Lexus, check this, we Audi
Tippy tippy tum, tippy tah, tippy tum
Direct from the Shaolin Slum, here I come
Straight from the top, the cock, yo I'm fed up
I put it in your ear and fuck your whole head up
Wu-Tang's slang bang, up your butt crack and
Straight from Staten, silky like satin
Used to break cliques with stones and sticks
Nowadays we do it with the MACs and clips
The Method Man
The Method Man
The Method Man
Yes I am, yes I am
[Chorus]
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
[Outro]
Uh, '92 for the Wu
Now how brothers want it?
With salt or butter, motherfucker
A doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop chop
Written by: Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, GRICE GARY E, Gary Grice, Ghostface Killah, Jason Hunter, Lamont Jody Hawkins, Robert Diggs, Roger Troutman, Russell Jones
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