Method Man - Cheka Lyrics

Redman

Bricki-di-roaw!

Steppin' out the crowd throwin' bolo's

Flicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44's

Loadin' it up, packin' it back, ready to splash for real

Spit flows out the gail, God tried to bail

It's hectic, 45-6 gimme ya grips

That's more dollars in them tongues in them go-go chicks

Bitch I'm drunk, pumpin' slugs out of canon

Shot ya after-party down with Meth and Red in

Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, NO JOKE!

And when I hit the pussy call me Daddy Long Strope

Or Ana, I'm hittin' pigeons out in Atlanta

Banana--Split, HOT TWO..SPIT! OOH SHIT!

Spickin' ya rippin' ya four or ya funds

I wet ya like a 141 watergunz

Cocky like Rocky, got ya scared to death!

So hold on ya bitches, cuz here come RED-METH!



Chorus:

Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!

Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!

Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!

Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a

Rememba these?!

Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!

Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!

Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!

Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!



Method Man:

Okay the 'hey hey' baby, me and Doc about to blow

My Saturday night's so special and they pointin' at yo nose

Aiyyo, save the speculations and the rumours

Comin' sooner then you think I knock a phat bitch outta blumors

Givin' tumors, hardcore, givin' it to 'em raw

Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I jap-a-jaw

One-two, no ending or beginning to my cypher

I'm winning, tell the news like Peter ?

Depending on any givin' day I'm representin'

The struggle, my great grand who lived thru the linchin'

Oh yes ya'll, if you got the weed, who got the blunts?

Take a guess ya'll, Kool-Aid bustin' thru the wall

Mr.Meth ya'll, HAH-CHU, Comme t'elle a vous?

I used to hawk chickens, now I'm maxin' with Badu

I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton

I'm swingin' a track from Staten, cuz that is where I'm from



Chorus til the end