Afterparty

Intro: Method Man
d*mn... yo, yo

Method Man
Woke up in the morning, like ten A.M
Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin
Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin

Ghostface Killah
Yo, Meth, the mailman!

Method Man
Yo, Ghost, let him in!

Ghostface Killah
Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen

Method Man
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
My keys is missin', my trees is missin'
No more parties, cuz Doc need to listen

Ghostface Killah
Cuz something in my closet, go look (he's a p*ssin')
I cursed this b*tch out, we be laid back

Method Man
Half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm
Mad strong, 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)
Each (meet) son (see)
Boats (suites) dough (beats)
No cat give you these, rap flow triple g's
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride

Ghostface Killah
Wu-Tang, the best rap group of all time
Rush little shotgun, rest around nine
Refrigerator, fish and sweets with no swine
Dirty and Meth guest room with four dimes
And U-G. had a master headache
Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, gettin' that cake
Where Divine at? Wine at
Tell a DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it wit a blind back
Dime sack, you know we blew that wit the cognac
Them bowling ball lead head , we call them p*wn yacks

Method Man
I say my girl, like to party all the time, Ghost
Spend up my ends, every week, she always crime 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
Is where it's crackin' at, Street is you passin' that?
Mami's is grabbin' ass, Johnny, I'm grabbin' back
You know my habitat, you know my peoples
If you wit me, where you at
There ain't nothin' compared to that, come on!

Chorus: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)
Each (meet) son (see)
Boats (suites) dough (beats)
No flows ill as these, him and Ghost, nigg* please
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride

Hook 2X: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)
I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in
(These cheap muth*fkas be grown as* men
Tight muth*fkas finish your s**t then they bounce off with them)
Come back again, drunk off your gin
And when they try to get you for they ends, that's no friend
That's no friend, eh, eh

Outro: Method Man
Yeah, greedy muth*fkas, always wanna get high
But never wanna buy, first one to come to the party
Last one to leave, man, fk all that
Aiyo, Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we come from man..