Uh Huh Lyrics - Method Man

Bus driver, this here gal refused to give me her seat! 

Everybody, huh, yeah 

Yeah, uh, uh, uh, now 

Uh, yeah, yo 

What up my people equal? This be Tical, The Prequel 

Shine up the desert eagle, light up that extra lethal 

I mean that, "Ooh wee", three years and two G's 

I'm back with new trees, I wrapped in loose leafs 

While ya'll was just rappin', who get the set crackin'? 

Just like a neck snappin', let's get this next platinum 

What's happ'n Def Jam? Remember Meth Man? 

I held your hand through them years when ya'll was stressed, fam 

That's why I still love you and Russell still hustle 

Let's get to pumpin' iron, and flex some real muscle 

Up in this bitch due, my click is Rick Rude 

And I ain't got the ivory, this ain't the flick, dude 

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Somebody told me, ya'll can't hold me 

Naughty By Nature, do my dirt all by my lonely 

You need back off bitch, you don't know me 

Got to leave these hoes alone, they too nosey 

Meth is killin', M.C. killin' 

What more can I say, stop grillin' 

That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood 

And since ya'll understood, would you? 

Would you? Would you? Would you? 

Uh huh, that dollar day 

That dollar dollar day, ey 

That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey 

Okay, the love issue, don't let that love get you 

My brothers love pistol, doin' they thug dizzle 

Bet ya'll ain't know, did you? That I'm a pro, did you? 

Until the flow hit you, fuck it, I'm official 

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Bone wit more gristle, thrown from chrome nickel 

Place that don't tickle, can't wait to zone wit you 

I'm hard as stone chisel, Meth got his own little 

Formula to go triple for shizzle 

Ya'll know my occupation, I'm puttin' in the work 

So any imitation, I'm puttin' in the dirt 

That shit is aggravatin', why ya'll procrastinatin' 

I got some massive waitin', and she probably masturbatin' 

Welcome to New Yitty, where half is two fifty 

If I got a problem, then that's one problem too many 

So don't tempt me, I'll bust until I'm empty 

Swiftly, that way, I get the chance to take you with me, muthafucka! 

Meth is killin', M.C. killin' 

What more can I say, stop grillin' 

That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood 

And since ya'll understood, would you? 

Would you? Would you? Would you? 

Uh huh, that dollar day 

That dollar dollar day, ey 

That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey 

Yo, I got style, H rap round, back up and back down 

Act up, we back clown, last up to bat now 

It's me Ticallion, swing like Barry Bonds 

Mommy got a ratty thong, happy 'cuz daddy gone 

Turn it up it a little bit, a notch, and it'll get 

Cook it once the griddle gets so hot, good lookin' kid 

Okay, now where was I? Prepared, was I 

Your man broke his jaw tryin' to say what I 

Say on this mic, not a day in your life, could ya 

Say I ain't nice, could ya? If I ain't nice, would ya? 

Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come her, she stuntin' 

Can hear me "cummin'" like my dick's in her ear or somethin' 

I put that on my momma, she put that on her kids 

He put that chrome on your dome and blowed ya fuckin' wig 

That's how it is, ask Bobby Dig 

We back on your block, with 'nuff shots to give, muthafucka! 

Meth is killin', M.C. killin' 

What more can I say, stop grillin' 

That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood 

And since ya'll understood, would you? 

Would you? Would you? Would you? 

Uh huh, that dollar day 

That dollar dollar day, ey 

That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey 

Meth is killin', M.C. killin' 

What more can I say, stop grillin' 

That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood 

And since ya'll understood, would you? 

Would you? Would you? Would you? 

Uh huh, that dollar day 

That dollar dollar day, ey 

That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey