Well All Rite Cha Lyrics - Blackout! (with Redman) - Method Man

[Method Man] 

Hydro... indo... (buddha!) 

Hah... cocoa... yo, ya-ya-yo! 

I need some brown weed (lady) all day 

I need some brown weed (jenny) 

I need some cut (lady, lady) 

Now these doors don't open, til after dark 

And it ain't til 12 til the party really starts 

(Yo, me and my crew had to be in by ten 

Right before the fun was about to begin) 

Yo yo, one bitten, jabberjaws, tryin to taste the 

paper written, kids be bullshittin, I see they flaws 

Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause 

Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest 

criminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz 

find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy 

So I gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks 

that can give a dick a bad sickness *coughing* 

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[Redman] 

Yo, yo! Yo son excuse me? 

(Yo) I'm tryin to earn a million buck or two 

The ill MC step in -- (and who the fuck are you?) 

Doc start walkin bumpin M.O.P. 

To catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three 

(Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on sight 

So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on strike 

Doc did it, metaphors come AMG kitted 

20/20 vision, comes tinted! From being so high. 

(So high.) so high. so high. 

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[Method Man] 

Air it out 

Iron Lung I be the street soldier, ante up 

Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut 

slappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck 

like them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck! 

Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller 

of the universe, stole-a, colder than cola 

Caps grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat' 

keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather 

[Redman] 

Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye 

Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I. 

Aiyyo hoe! Doc be keepin a dope show like Marilyn 

Manson the handgun be stashed in the panelling 

Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget 

Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic 

(Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start flinchin 

Limo driver, roll up the fuckin partition! 

[M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite? 

Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah 

[R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl? 

(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo 

[R] Is Funk Doc up in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo 

[M] Hot Nix up in the house? (well all rite cha) 

[R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo 

[M] Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha) 

[Redman] 

Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before, I'll do it again 

Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm screwin it in 

(Aiyyo we out!) Six drop in ten seconds, what? 

I'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception 

B-Boys gather around and act p-noid 

Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid 

(Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah Conn' 

for the barrel bonds (Am I on?) Tical, you're on 

Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on 

Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on 

[Method Man] 

Got these slim pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac 

to make your back stiffen, flip the script I act different 

The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't listen 

Bitchin over shit you ain't gettin 

So finally, puttin in work, the big hurt 

MC, with a social disease, and get it first 

Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger 

Remember me? (The field nigga!) 

Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA. Sharp, and hazardous 

Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor 

Speed like a millipede (Hot Nix-on) 

Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves 

Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!) 

Showin you the pain I feel from holdin these 

black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays 

they come with batteries included, in wicked ways 

[M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite? 

Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah 

[R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl? 

(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo 

[R] Is Funk Diggy in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo 

[M] Meth Diggy no doubt! (well all rite cha) 

[R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo 

[M] Mad dick up in your mouth (all nite cha) 

cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha... 

* fades in and out before end *