Song lyrics downloaded from: https://www.albumsongandlyrics.com ------------------------------------------ Method Man - Afterparty ------------------------------------------ [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...