Method Man - '88 Coupes lyrics

[Verse 1] Man, I don't know what they smokin' Our rappers must be on that Lindsay Lohan I think that snow bunny got 'em open Your 'erb smell funny and I funny like we jokin' Look, if it ain't about this money, don't approach 'em If you do try and play, I got a K that can coach 'em Pen game, poke 'em like an inmate enforcer I'm for that, it's nothin' like a doormat, you're welcome Huh, shout-out to Jadakiss and French I got two French vanillas French kissin', that's a pimp If my goon don't stretch 'em wit' the weapon, that's a ten Little meth in your possession, that's possession wit' intent, bruh It's a hard knock life, but we find a way And we still find the time to write a rhyme a day I'm tryin' to send my babies to college Why you rappers babysittin' your pockets? I want your life or your wallet Brr, that's the sound of the roscoe Mexicans is vatos, skinny jeans is flacko That means I'm tight wit' you, I'm ready to fight wit' you Please, and that don't mean I'm tryin' to be polite wit' you Nah, see, I ain't even try and griped wit' you So take your team if they ain't tryin' to lose they life wit' you Back down while I'm puttin' this MAC down But only for a limited time, homie, so act now Bruh, keep it a hundred and a Backwood Who else could think on an empty stomach? I'm that good Far from the slave ship, just far from basic Started from the basement, now we're y'all replacements Rap star Belly, magazine, who sixteen? Son, you all ready, headshot, all beggin' Man in the myth, take a stand, any stand on the Fifth I'm tryin' to hold it down, I hold the Clan Get a grip, Lord, from this jump I got my hand on the ripcord And I ain't tryin' to bite the hand off your bit Ford Now y'all done got the Method Man on some rich border I'm gettin' paid and I'm full Y'all sheep for the wolves, we gon' eat 'til we good Y'all don't speak when you should, ain't no peace in my hood