Method Man - How Bout DatLyrics

Yo, I hit the 'freeway' after I 'rock the mic' Light up like Showtime when they about to fight How bout dat, boy, when that truck ride 38's Your middle finger up at the light, I'm nice Doc ride or die, I bubble up when the pouring peroxide It's dirty, lookie here Still sharp like I'm back in school It's like Wonder Blade, cut a nigga smooth Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo, who let the dog loose? Whips and chains, I don't wanna argue The big whale that's writing fishscale Like me, better believe, I'm too hard to harpoon My goons, think like Chris Wallace 'Give me the loot' and I don't wanna talk about it When my niggas 'get 'em', that's when I Crush the building, how about that? Look at my shoes, how about that, nigga? (My car, how about that, nigga?) Getting money, how about that, nigga? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey How about it, any nigga realer than me? I doubt it Catch Ready hop out of v, low mileage You see the way I play with money, I'm so childish And, so stylish, looking like Gucci my sponsor Kicks crazy, jewelry is bonkers Whether in the club or you see me in concert I go hard, who created a monster? Me, Gilla be the click that I ride with Talk slick, get flipped like a Sidekick You wonder why your bitch is on my dick 'cause the boy flow doper than five bricks The MC wishing I simply Be remembered like Big Pun, Biggie or Pimp see And when my niggas say 'get 'em', that's when I Blocka blocka, how about that, nigga? Look at my house, how about that, nigga? (Sour dies', how about that, nigga? Big paper, how about that, nigga? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey How bout that, ten years plus in the rap game And still getting cream like a fat cat Plus, I'm grossing money off of ASCAP Plus, my publishing, yea I owns that First of all, my royalty come quarterly My hoes, my niggas, all move accordingly Streetlife, I'm so international My foreign exchange, but always in the capitol Straight cash advances, while you be calling Your label all day, hoping someone answers I flow with no auto-tone, just me and my bitch My blunt, my beat, my microphone I shine with no jewelry on, another star is born Watch me perform, beyond the norm And when my niggas 'get 'em', that's when I Brr stick 'em, haha, stick 'em, how about that, nigga? Fuck what it cost, how about that, nigga? (I'm a boss, how about that, nigga?) Straight pimping, how about that, nigga? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Pimp game, soak it up, you dig? Hope your haters want beef, 'cause I don't touch the pig How about that, boy, I'm a G, ain't another MC Or pedophile that can touch the kid, I do it big Like Chris Wallace, big bank, big wallet Got a flow that go straight to the pros, forget college I still got it, if I got an issue, I flow the pistol And I'm official, just like them niggas that low the whistle Word, man, I shoot to kill 'em, you heard? If you nasty, I shoot 'em with penicilen, you heard? I'm like Cali, so carry, when I'm flipping the words Flip the script on your bitch ass while I'm flipping the bird Meth sick with the pen, stick a few in your men Then again, stick with my pen through the thick and the thin Look, when my niggas 'get 'em', I send 'em to hell And ride with 'em, how about that, nigga? Look at my crew, how about that, nigga? (Gun bigger than you, how abotu that, nigga? Pop bottles, how about that, nigga? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey