Ghostface k**ah - After Party lyrics

(feat. Method Man) [Intro: Method Man] Damn... yo, yo [Method Man] Woke up in the morning, like ten A.M Walked pa**ed the Listerine, went straight for the gin Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin [Ghostface k**ah] Yo, Meth, the mailman! [Method Man] Yo, Ghost, let him in! [Ghostface k**ah] 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 k**ah] Cuz something in my closet, go look (he's a pissin') I cursed this b**h 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 k**ah)] Each (meet) son (see) Boats (suites) dough (beats) No cat give you these, rap flow triple g's Meth, Ghost, k**a Beez, you know we ride [Ghostface k**ah] 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, k**a k**ed it wit a blind back Dime sack, you know we blew that wit the cognac Them bowling ball lead head n***as, 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 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 pa**in' that? Mami's is grabbin' a**, 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 k**ah)] Each (meet) son (see) Boats (suites) dough (beats) No flows ill as these, him and Ghost, n***a please Meth, Ghost, k**a Beez, you know we ride [Hook 2X: Method Man (Ghostface k**ah)] I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cup, but they ain't sh** there (These cheap muthaf**as be grown a** men Tight muthaf**as finish your sh** 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 muthaf**as, always wanna get high But never wanna buy, first one to come to the party Last one to leave, man, f** all that Aiyo, Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we come from man...