Clan Wu-tang Method Man Home Grown Version Lyrics

Method Man Home Grown Version Lyrics

1,2 Uhh 1,1



 1,2 Uhh 1,1







 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 One:







 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, cuz I'm not butter



 In fact I snap back like a rubber



 band, I be Sam, Sam I am



 And I dont 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 buckwu-wu-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 aint 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 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







 Man



 Uhh, like that baby paw



 Uhh







 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 Two:







 Uhh



 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 behaviour 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, Su-per Sperm



 Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked



 I smell sess pass the Method



 Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics



 Missles 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 fry



 Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me



 Cuz, 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 didnt have friends to begin with



 I'm







 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 Three:



 Uhh, Uhh



 Rappers crossing over to that R&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 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 gang bang, up your butt crack and



 Straight from Staten, silky like satin



 Used to break clicks 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







 M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN



 M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN



 M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN







 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