Ol Thang Back Lyrics - Method Man & Redman

[Intro] 

Listen, you might learn some 

Jahlil Beats, holla at me 

[?] Kiss where you been, where you at 

This rap is wack 

I want that old thing back 

I want that old thing back 

[Verse 1: Jadakiss] 

Some niggas tell a lot, some niggas sell a lot 

Some niggas used to be mad nice, then fell a lot 

Albums still trash I don't care who the hell you got 

Portraying the role of a G, we can tell you not 

Sorry to bother you, I'm only doing what a father do 

Your production is horrible, you'll forever be a nerd 

And your metaphors are better off, never being heard 

I came in grinding, Puff made me shining 

Put 'em both together, a protege of the 90's 

Grew up, put that bullshit behind me 

Started making niggas demises untimely 

Looking for me, come to the hood you can find me 

Gucci belt right on the waist where the 9 be 

.38 right in the garbage, where the packs at 

M1 right in the trunk, where the jacks at 

Whoever is in arm length will get backslapped 

Cause I ain't playing with these rap cats 

This is the flow you can't learn 

The dutch you can't burn 

Nigga, I've got stripes you can't earn 

[Hook: Jadakiss] 

Method Man, where you been where you at 

These rap niggas is wack, I want that old thang back 

Yeah, I want that old thang back 

Yeah, I want that old thang back 

[Verse 2: Method Man] 

[?] need a dopefiend track 

Let me shoot up and lean back 

With this needle stuck in my arm, never tuck in my charm 

Most my team sling crack 

If I hit every corner with G packs 

Might cause the man DC to relapse 

[?] Hip hop junkies, who needs rap? 

MC's wack, Killerbees is back in the booth 

And fuck a style [?] 

[?] where his battery at 

The bastard child of Clarence Thomas and Reagonomics 

On every 1st and 15th make sure you bring me [?] 

Might break a promise but never breaking the code 

[?] coke in the pot, fiend at the stove 

Meth, rock a W on my clothes 

I'm a straight rider, straight to the devil with these hoes 

I'm straight fire, these motherfuckers is froze 

Like a skinny supermodel that like to powder her nose 

[Hook: Method Man] 

Redman, where you been where you at 

These rap niggas is wack, I want that old thang back 

I want that old thang back 

I want that old thang back 

[Verse 3: Redman] 

Dope boy, I'm like Rick James, I got that old thang 

I got a gold chain, [?] with gold frames 

Doc doing the runnerman on Soul Train 

With a chinese girl, the chicken get Lo Mein 

Propane for the raw, I put her on the streets 

My thoughts, the blue magic put on the beats 

Game time, Doc rocket like [?] 

Straight vegetarian nigga and ignore the beef 

[?] keep the blow smoking 

Slide in the club, cool like the floor frozen 

Check out the wild thang got a [?] loco 

Big ass and high heels with the toes open 

That's me, 90's MC 

Fuck a Grammy awards, underground is tax free 

Look in the mirror I feel fantastic 

The mirror said 'you are, you conceited bastard' 

[Hook: Busta Rhymes] 

Santana, where you been where you 

These rap niggas is wack, I want that old thang back 

I want that old thang back 

Tell 'em I want that old thang back 

[Verse 4] 

I came to bring the pain 

Put niggas to shame, simple and plain 

They gon' remember my name 

And it's all for respect not fame 

So don't play with me 

You could give 'em rope, they still can't hang with me 

Pass the [?], they still can't race with me 

So far ahead of these niggas they still chasing me 

I wouldn't be surprised if niggas ghostwriters got ghostwriters 

Nothing cease to amaze you 

Labels used to care, even though they was raping me 

Now it's 360 deals, modern day slavery 

Fuck you pay me, I'm the one who calling 

[?] or fame over fortune 

The game done changed, the sound done changed 

All these niggas sound the same 

The word loyalty don't even sound the same 

Good thing I keep the pound, when it bang it always sound the same 

I aim at the game, the real shall remain 

Neck full of water like I drowned my chain 

Flier than a nigga jumping out the plane 

Higher than you niggas, you can finally [?] 

Better than you niggas that's without me saying 

Treat the money like the work, we don't count we weight it 

[?], aim it, blaze it, flame it 

[?] shower head, you don't want me spraying 

Enough with the mumble jumble 

Santana back though, can I get a drum roll? 

Whole lotta kush and it's stuffed in a fronto 

Fiends still say my work taste like gumbo 

Yeah, bring that old thang back 

I was told to whip it up and bring the whole thang back 

When I was [?], you was jumping rope 

I was runnin' out of bags, you was playing tage 

While you was hop scotching, I was drop shopping 

At the dealer paying cash for them paper tags 

While you was pop locking, I was Glock popping 

Getting to the cash, brown paper bags 

Blowing money fast and it never last 

Yeah, they make it fast, barely make it back 

Haters gonna suffer, I'm okay with that 

All this garbage, time to throw away the trash