Cheka - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Cheka - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Method Man / Redman |
| Album | Blackout! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bean, Noble, Smith | |
| [3X] | Uh..Come on |
| State your business | |
| Come onLet's make it hot | |
| Come on (word) | |
| Let's make it hot | |
| Come onLet's make it hot | |
| Come on, let's make it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold) | |
| Come on, come on[Verse 1: Method Man][Verse 1: (method man)]with all do respect to tha gameim tha ph- enom , not ready for primetime , be onextinction , change tha way u thinkin ,or be gonepass tha ************* out , somethin stinkin ,could it be tha skunk? or could it be that bodyin tha trunk? of my lincoln , continental style,pop tha ************* like a pimple,im fed up | |
| I put it in your ear and **** your head up, turning up the temperature, told them kids to enter the 36,masta meth nigga | |
| Sure shot soldiers in the trenches | |
| Fire in a holethe game commencesthird string rappers play the benches | |
| ReloadThere'll be no repentance for soul | |
| Just life sentence with no change for parole | |
| And thats real[Chorus:] | |
| Fire in a hole! (pray [echoes]) | |
| [10X] | Fire in a hole! |
| Fire in a hole! (yeah) | |
| Fire in a hole! (yeah, yeah) | |
| Fire in a hole! (yo, yo, yo, yo)[Verse 2: Redman] | |
| Gundowned at sun down | |
| Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown | |
| Your crew wanna punt now, pump-bloww | |
| Swimming trunks torn up from the huntdown | |
| Brakes lock 'em up now a rich nigga smack 'em up now a plucked out eyebrow down | |
| Naa dog, a broad got to be a hussy | |
| A hood rat that ride like the bride of | |
| ChuckeyWalk through my hood, your ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me" | |
| My revolver to reload like the | |
| Scussy, doc | |
| The bigfoot out for the squosh | |
| Shell shocked like | |
| I'm 6 months in the bush | |
| Fire in a hole! | |
| Hiking in the snow with 40 niggas expiring the blow | |
| Footprints up timbs are wallabe souls | |
| We cased to placed like | |
| Barnaby Jones, hoes | |
| Lay it down like plats in ya hair | |
| Ride off with your money then clap in the air[Chorus:] | |
| Fire in a hole! | |
| Fire in a hole! (yo) | |
| [3X] | Fire in a hole! |
| Fire in a hole! (yo) | |
| Fire in a hole! | |
| Fire in a hole! (yo) | |
| Fire in a hole! (yo, yo, yo)[Verse 3: Method Man] | |
| This is for them niggas on the bricks | |
| Holding down a block for my nigga Carlton Fisk | |
| The kid that stay up in a blocks | |
| Ain't no chris*************as ever since | |
| Santa scratched my name off the giftlist, shit ain't been the same since the pain or forgiveness | |
| Dead man talkin' about elected | |
| Un live it cancer around throat of a critic | |
| Yo doctor, describe me a drug that can knocka' | |
| New on his ass, take a blast up a nucker | |
| For real though arsenic production that kills slow your eardrums | |
| Like a happy hooker with a dildo | |
| I spas on anyone who shows his ass | |
| I got the mob with me plus a full tank of gas[Verse 4: Redman] | |
| Yo, yoWith me and meth swarm you need a net to cover you | |
| Turn a rap game into | |
| W C WOff the rope | |
| I hang glide to the grove | |
| Straight people doubt french fries and a coke | |
| Doc's the name the burglar, serve yathat lead through five from frigs and murtar | |
| They skirt out my with | |
| Rick ran down tires | |
| What a chicken | |
| I met who hand out flyers | |
| Look I'ma areas, | |
| I don't have it | |
| My crew large enough to walk and cause traffic | |
| Bounce like box springs on your craft-matic | |
| Before you be sueing doc for malpractice | |
| You couldn't bang from start | |
| Your girl see you beat up and shit | |
| Get a change of heart | |
| Flaming dark spit it, name a mark | |
| My impact towards you | |
| JFK playin' in a park[Chorus:] | |
| [14X] | Fire in a hole! |
| [3X] | Yeah Fire in a hole |
| [5X] | Yeah Mister meth, ha-ha |
| Funk doctor, ha-ha | |
| Mathematics on the track, ha-ha | |
| All my niggas in the bricks | |
| All my niggas on | |
| ShaolinWorldwide | |
| To my whole crew, | |
| BBCHahhahahahaa.... |
| zuo ci : Bean, Noble, Smith | |
| [3X] | Uh.. Come on |
| State your business | |
| Come onLet' s make it hot | |
| Come on word | |
| Let' s make it hot | |
| Come onLet' s make it hot | |
| Come on, let' s make it hot hardcore to make ' em rubbers at cold | |
| Come on, come on Verse 1: Method Man Verse 1: method man with all do respect to tha gameim tha ph enom , not ready for primetime , be onextinction , change tha way u thinkin , or be gonepass tha out , somethin stinkin , could it be tha skunk? or could it be that bodyin tha trunk? of my lincoln , continental style, pop tha like a pimple, im fed up | |
| I put it in your ear and your head up, turning up the temperature, told them kids to enter the 36, masta meth nigga | |
| Sure shot soldiers in the trenches | |
| Fire in a holethe game commencesthird string rappers play the benches | |
| ReloadThere' ll be no repentance for soul | |
| Just life sentence with no change for parole | |
| And thats real Chorus: | |
| Fire in a hole! pray echoes | |
| [10X] | Fire in a hole! |
| Fire in a hole! yeah | |
| Fire in a hole! yeah, yeah | |
| Fire in a hole! yo, yo, yo, yo Verse 2: Redman | |
| Gundowned at sun down | |
| Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown | |
| Your crew wanna punt now, pumpbloww | |
| Swimming trunks torn up from the huntdown | |
| Brakes lock ' em up now a rich nigga smack ' em up now a plucked out eyebrow down | |
| Naa dog, a broad got to be a hussy | |
| A hood rat that ride like the bride of | |
| ChuckeyWalk through my hood, your ? drools? is screamed: " Thug me" | |
| My revolver to reload like the | |
| Scussy, doc | |
| The bigfoot out for the squosh | |
| Shell shocked like | |
| I' m 6 months in the bush | |
| Fire in a hole! | |
| Hiking in the snow with 40 niggas expiring the blow | |
| Footprints up timbs are wallabe souls | |
| We cased to placed like | |
| Barnaby Jones, hoes | |
| Lay it down like plats in ya hair | |
| Ride off with your money then clap in the air Chorus: | |
| Fire in a hole! | |
| Fire in a hole! yo | |
| [3X] | Fire in a hole! |
| Fire in a hole! yo | |
| Fire in a hole! | |
| Fire in a hole! yo | |
| Fire in a hole! yo, yo, yo Verse 3: Method Man | |
| This is for them niggas on the bricks | |
| Holding down a block for my nigga Carlton Fisk | |
| The kid that stay up in a blocks | |
| Ain' t no chris as ever since | |
| Santa scratched my name off the giftlist, shit ain' t been the same since the pain or forgiveness | |
| Dead man talkin' about elected | |
| Un live it cancer around throat of a critic | |
| Yo doctor, describe me a drug that can knocka' | |
| New on his ass, take a blast up a nucker | |
| For real though arsenic production that kills slow your eardrums | |
| Like a happy hooker with a dildo | |
| I spas on anyone who shows his ass | |
| I got the mob with me plus a full tank of gas Verse 4: Redman | |
| Yo, yoWith me and meth swarm you need a net to cover you | |
| Turn a rap game into | |
| W C WOff the rope | |
| I hang glide to the grove | |
| Straight people doubt french fries and a coke | |
| Doc' s the name the burglar, serve yathat lead through five from frigs and murtar | |
| They skirt out my with | |
| Rick ran down tires | |
| What a chicken | |
| I met who hand out flyers | |
| Look I' ma areas, | |
| I don' t have it | |
| My crew large enough to walk and cause traffic | |
| Bounce like box springs on your craftmatic | |
| Before you be sueing doc for malpractice | |
| You couldn' t bang from start | |
| Your girl see you beat up and shit | |
| Get a change of heart | |
| Flaming dark spit it, name a mark | |
| My impact towards you | |
| JFK playin' in a park Chorus: | |
| [14X] | Fire in a hole! |
| [3X] | Yeah Fire in a hole |
| [5X] | Yeah Mister meth, haha |
| Funk doctor, haha | |
| Mathematics on the track, haha | |
| All my niggas in the bricks | |
| All my niggas on | |
| ShaolinWorldwide | |
| To my whole crew, | |
| BBCHahhahahahaa.... |
| zuò cí : Bean, Noble, Smith | |
| [3X] | Uh.. Come on |
| State your business | |
| Come onLet' s make it hot | |
| Come on word | |
| Let' s make it hot | |
| Come onLet' s make it hot | |
| Come on, let' s make it hot hardcore to make ' em rubbers at cold | |
| Come on, come on Verse 1: Method Man Verse 1: method man with all do respect to tha gameim tha ph enom , not ready for primetime , be onextinction , change tha way u thinkin , or be gonepass tha out , somethin stinkin , could it be tha skunk? or could it be that bodyin tha trunk? of my lincoln , continental style, pop tha like a pimple, im fed up | |
| I put it in your ear and your head up, turning up the temperature, told them kids to enter the 36, masta meth nigga | |
| Sure shot soldiers in the trenches | |
| Fire in a holethe game commencesthird string rappers play the benches | |
| ReloadThere' ll be no repentance for soul | |
| Just life sentence with no change for parole | |
| And thats real Chorus: | |
| Fire in a hole! pray echoes | |
| [10X] | Fire in a hole! |
| Fire in a hole! yeah | |
| Fire in a hole! yeah, yeah | |
| Fire in a hole! yo, yo, yo, yo Verse 2: Redman | |
| Gundowned at sun down | |
| Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown | |
| Your crew wanna punt now, pumpbloww | |
| Swimming trunks torn up from the huntdown | |
| Brakes lock ' em up now a rich nigga smack ' em up now a plucked out eyebrow down | |
| Naa dog, a broad got to be a hussy | |
| A hood rat that ride like the bride of | |
| ChuckeyWalk through my hood, your ? drools? is screamed: " Thug me" | |
| My revolver to reload like the | |
| Scussy, doc | |
| The bigfoot out for the squosh | |
| Shell shocked like | |
| I' m 6 months in the bush | |
| Fire in a hole! | |
| Hiking in the snow with 40 niggas expiring the blow | |
| Footprints up timbs are wallabe souls | |
| We cased to placed like | |
| Barnaby Jones, hoes | |
| Lay it down like plats in ya hair | |
| Ride off with your money then clap in the air Chorus: | |
| Fire in a hole! | |
| Fire in a hole! yo | |
| [3X] | Fire in a hole! |
| Fire in a hole! yo | |
| Fire in a hole! | |
| Fire in a hole! yo | |
| Fire in a hole! yo, yo, yo Verse 3: Method Man | |
| This is for them niggas on the bricks | |
| Holding down a block for my nigga Carlton Fisk | |
| The kid that stay up in a blocks | |
| Ain' t no chris as ever since | |
| Santa scratched my name off the giftlist, shit ain' t been the same since the pain or forgiveness | |
| Dead man talkin' about elected | |
| Un live it cancer around throat of a critic | |
| Yo doctor, describe me a drug that can knocka' | |
| New on his ass, take a blast up a nucker | |
| For real though arsenic production that kills slow your eardrums | |
| Like a happy hooker with a dildo | |
| I spas on anyone who shows his ass | |
| I got the mob with me plus a full tank of gas Verse 4: Redman | |
| Yo, yoWith me and meth swarm you need a net to cover you | |
| Turn a rap game into | |
| W C WOff the rope | |
| I hang glide to the grove | |
| Straight people doubt french fries and a coke | |
| Doc' s the name the burglar, serve yathat lead through five from frigs and murtar | |
| They skirt out my with | |
| Rick ran down tires | |
| What a chicken | |
| I met who hand out flyers | |
| Look I' ma areas, | |
| I don' t have it | |
| My crew large enough to walk and cause traffic | |
| Bounce like box springs on your craftmatic | |
| Before you be sueing doc for malpractice | |
| You couldn' t bang from start | |
| Your girl see you beat up and shit | |
| Get a change of heart | |
| Flaming dark spit it, name a mark | |
| My impact towards you | |
| JFK playin' in a park Chorus: | |
| [14X] | Fire in a hole! |
| [3X] | Yeah Fire in a hole |
| [5X] | Yeah Mister meth, haha |
| Funk doctor, haha | |
| Mathematics on the track, haha | |
| All my niggas in the bricks | |
| All my niggas on | |
| ShaolinWorldwide | |
| To my whole crew, | |
| BBCHahhahahahaa.... |
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