Karaokê Method Man - Wu-Tang Clan

Esta música é uma versão de Method Man, popularizada por Wu-Tang Clan

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Sobre

Com coros (com ou sem vozes na versão KFN)

Tempo: variável (aproximadamente 102 BPM)

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Fám, Solm

A música começa a capella

Duração: 05:01 - Visualizar: 03:23

LETRA EXPLÍCITA

Ano de lançamento: 1993
Estilos: Rap & Hip-Hop, Em inglês
Autor Original: Robert F Diggs, Clifford Smith

Todo o conteúdo do nosso site é inteiramente reproduzido por nossos músicos no estúdio. Não usamos nenhuma parte das gravações originais e não fazemos uso de tecnologia de separação de stems por IA de nenhuma forma.

Letra Method Man

Oh God
From the slums of Shaolin
Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA
Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck
Raekwon the Chef
U-God
Ghostface Killah and the Method
Man, 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
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
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake
Hey the Method Man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter 'cos
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'll hit ya
Wham then goddamn
You'll be like Oh shit that's the jam
Turn it up
Now hear me get buck w-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
Rappin' shit like Saran wrap
With some of this and some of that
Hold up, what
I tawt I taw a 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 Rah ooh ah
Achie kah
Tell me how you 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
Alright y'all
Get your White Owls
Get your Meth'
Get your skins
Don't forget your 'orty
And we gonna do it like this
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
And I got myself a shorty
And I'm about to go and stick it
Yes I'm about to go and stick it uh
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 behavior, 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 doin' average things with average hoes
Yo I'm super
I'll make a bitch squirm for my super sperm
Check it
I give it to you raw butt-naked
I smell sess
Pass the method
Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic missiles and shoot game like a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click bang
Bang
A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
J-U-M-P, jump and I thump
Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump wild
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
Meanin' no one can burn or toss and turn me
Ooh I be the super sperm
Chim-chimney
Chim-chim cher-ee
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 crew's mad deep
Wu-Tang
Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach
So to each and every crew
You're clear like glass
I could see right through
Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all 'cos you vic'd and you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm
The M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Here I am, here I am
The Method Man
Straight from the slums of Shaolin
Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm
Your soul have just been tooken through the thirty-six
Chambers of death kid
It's uh
Get me fucked up
Look at
Borin'
Word to mother
Method Man signin' off

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