Method Man Home Grown Version song by Wu-Tang Clan from Primary Album Protect-ya-neck-single. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on August 3, 1993.
Method Man Home Grown Version Meaning
| [[Intro: Method Man] One, two, uhh, one, one One, two, uhh, one, one 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 1: Method Man] Hey, you, get off my cloud You don’t know me and you don’t know my style Who be getting 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 be like oh shit that’s the jam Turn it up now hear me get buckw-w-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 yay yippy yah yippy yo Like Deck said this ain’t your average flow Comin like RAAH 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 corn 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 , [Interlude: Method Man] Man, uhh, like that baby paw, uhh [Bridge: Method Man] 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 uhh [Verse 2: Method Man] H-U-F-F huff and I puff Blow like snow when the cold wind’s blowin Zoom, I hit the mic like boom Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes Question, what exactly is a panty raider? Ill behaviour savior or major flavor All of the above oh yeah plus seducer 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) Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked I smell sess, pass the method Let’s get lifted as I kick ballistics Missiles and shoot game like a pistol Clip is loaded when I click bang dang 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 cry Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me 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 break Peep and don’t sleep the crews 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, I’m , [Chorus: Method Man] 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 3] Uhh, uhh, rappers crossing over to that R&B jinkx 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 You’re like change of a penny, nothing Wham, oh shit, god damn Skippy, hit me, man I get fla Better yet hectic, wreck shit, I’m rowdy Like a license check this be 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: Method Man] M-E-T-H-O-D, Man M-E-T-H-O-D, Man M-E-T-H-O-D, Man [Outro] Uhh, 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] |
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FAQ
- Who produced the lyrics for Method Man Home Grown Version?
This lirics prodiucer by RZA.
- What is the name of the person who wrote this song? Method Man Home Grown Version
Method Man Home Grown Version lyrics is written by Method Man & RZA
- Can you provide the name of the composer of this song?
The composer of the lyrics is GZA
