Method Man - Uh Huh lyrics

Bus driver, this here gal refused to give me her seat! Everybody, huh, yeah Yeah, uh, uh, uh, now Uh, yeah, yo What up my people equal? This be Tical , The Prequel Shine up the desert eagle, light up that extra lethal I mean that, "Ooh wee", three years and two G's I'm back with new trees, I wrapped in loose leafs While ya'll was just rappin', who get the set crackin'? Just like a neck snappin', let's get this next platinum What's happ'n Def Jam? Remember Meth Man? I held your hand through them years when ya'll was stressed, fam That's why I still love you and Russell still hustle Let's get to pumpin' iron, and flex some real muscle Up in this b**h due, my click is Rick Rude And I ain't got the ivory, this ain't the flick, dude Somebody told me, ya'll can't hold me Naughty By Nature, do my dirt all by my lonely You need back off b**h, you don't know me Got to leave these hoes alone, they too nosey Meth is k**in', M.C. k**in' What more can I say, stop grillin' That's what n***as get for actin' Hollywood And since ya'll understood, would you? Would you? Would you? Would you? Uh huh, that dollar day That dollar dollar day, ey That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey Okay, the love issue, don't let that love get you My brothers love pistol, doin' they thug dizzle Bet ya'll ain't know, did you? That I'm a pro, did you? Until the flow hit you, f** it, I'm official Bone wit more gristle, thrown from chrome nickel Place that don't tickle, can't wait to zone wit you I'm hard as stone chisel, Meth got his own little Formula to go triple for shizzle Ya'll know my occupation, I'm puttin' in the work So any imitation, I'm puttin' in the dirt That sh** is aggravatin', why ya'll procrastinatin' I got some ma**ive waitin', and she probably masturbatin' Welcome to New Yitty, where half is two fifty If I got a problem, then that's one problem too many So don't tempt me, I'll bust until I'm empty Swiftly, that way, I get the chance to take you with me, muthaf**a! Meth is k**in', M.C. k**in' What more can I say, stop grillin' That's what n***as get for actin' Hollywood And since ya'll understood, would you? Would you? Would you? Would you? Uh huh, that dollar day That dollar dollar day, ey That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey Yo, I got style, H rap round, back up and back down Act up, we back clown, last up to bat now It's me Ticallion, swing like Barry Bonds Mommy got a ratty thong, happy 'cuz daddy gone Turn it up it a little bit, a notch, and it'll get Cook it once the griddle gets so hot, good lookin' kid Okay, now where was I? Prepared, was I Your man broke his jaw tryin' to say what I Say on this mic, not a day in your life, could ya Say I ain't nice, could ya? If I ain't nice, would ya? Get off my dick and tell your b**h to come her, she stuntin' Can hear me "cummin'" like my dick's in her ear or somethin' I put that on my momma, she put that on her kids He put that chrome on your dome and blowed ya f**in' wig That's how it is, ask Bobby Dig We back on your block, with 'nuff shots to give, muthaf**a! Meth is k**in', M.C. k**in' What more can I say, stop grillin' That's what n***as get for actin' Hollywood And since ya'll understood, would you? Would you? Would you? Would you? Uh huh, that dollar day That dollar dollar day, ey That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey Meth is k**in', M.C. k**in' What more can I say, stop grillin' That's what n***as get for actin' Hollywood And since ya'll understood, would you? Would you? Would you? Would you? Uh huh, that dollar day That dollar dollar day, ey That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey