Song lyrics Afterparty by Method Man

[Intro: Method Man]
Damn... yo, yo

[Method Man]
Woke up in the morning, like ten A.M
Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin
Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, Meth, the mailman!

[Method Man]
Yo, Ghost, let him in!

[Ghostface Killah]
Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, hereīs a pen

[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
My keys is missinī, my trees is missinī
No more parties, cuz Doc need to listen

[Ghostface Killah]
Cuz something in my closet, go look (heīs a pissinī)
I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back

[Method Man]
Half a box of cereal gone, my milkīs warm
Mad strong, this is John John, pro and con phenomenon
Stretch with a morning yawn, party ītil the break of dawn
Ladies throw your faces on, sing it when the break come on

[Chorus: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
Each (meet) son (see)
Boats (suites) dough (beats)
No cat give you these, rap flow triple gīs
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride

[Ghostface Killah]
Wu-Tang, the best rap group of all time
Rush little shotgun, rest around nine
Refrigerator, fish and sweets with no swine
Dirty and Meth guest room with four dimes
And U-G. had a master headache
Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, gettinī that cake
Where Divine at? Wine at
Tell a DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it wit a blind back
Dime sack, you know we blew that wit the cognac
Them bowling ball lead head niggaz, we call them pawn yacks

[Method Man]
I say my girl, like to party all the time, Ghost
Spend up my ends, every week, she always crime broke
Thank God itīs friday, I just got paid
Feelinī good like I just got laid
The next drinkīs on me, instead of, oh God, you think O.G
White girls they cominī out, like they Pink on E
So you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardless
We got the īdro and hypnotic, them kids is puffinī garbage
Is where itīs crackinī at, Street is you passinī that?
Mamiīs is grabbinī ass, Johnny, Iīm grabbinī back
You know my habitat, you know my peoples
If you wit me, where you at
There ainīt nothinī compared to that, come on!

[Chorus: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
Each (meet) son (see)
Boats (suites) dough (beats)
No flows ill as these, him and Ghost, nigga please
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride

[Hook 2X: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
I got me some Seagramīs gin
Everybody got they cup, but they ainīt shit there
(These cheap muthafuckas be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off with them)
Come back again, drunk off your gin
And when they try to get you for they ends, thatīs no friend
Thatīs no friend, eh, eh

[Outro: Method Man]
Yeah, greedy muthafuckas, always wanna get high
But never wanna buy, first one to come to the party
Last one to leave, man, fuck all that
Aiyo, Mr. Streetlife, tell īem where we come from man...