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Thread: Afterparty - Track Review

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    Default Afterparty - Track Review


    Tical 0 : The Prequel

    Method Man
    Ghostface Killah



    (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 pissin'*
    I cursed this bitch 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


    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 rock

    (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 niggas, we call them pawn yacks

    (Method Man)

    I say my girl, like to party all the time, Ghost
    Spend up my ends, every week, she always cryin' 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?
    Mamis 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!


    Each (meet) son (see)
    Boats (suites) dough (beats)
    No flows ill as these, him and Ghost, nigga please
    Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we rock

    [chorus #2 x2]

    I got me some Seagram's gin
    Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in
    (These cheap muthafuckas be grown ass men
    Tight muthafuckas finish your shit 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


    Yeah, greedy muthafuckas, always wanna get high
    But never wanna buy, first one to come to the party
    Last one to leave, man, fuck all that
    Aiyo, Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we come from man...
    Last edited by beautifulcock; 01-11-2010 at 08:22 AM.

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