Method Man - Cheka lyrics

(feat. Redman) [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 b**h 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 p**y call me Daddy Long Strope Or Ana, I'm hittin' pigeons out in Atlanta Banana--Split, HOT TWO..SPIT! OOH sh*t! Spickin' ya rippin' ya four or ya funds I wet ya like a 141 watergunz co*ky like Rocky, got ya scared to d**h! So hold on ya b**hes, cuz here come RED-METH! [Chorus:] Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! f** with me and Meth and we break ya f**in' 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! [Meth] 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 b**h 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! Comment allez-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]