Method Man & Redman How Bout Dat lyrics

Yo, I hit the freeway after I rock the mic
Light up like showtime when they 'bout to fight
How bout dat, boy, when that truck rides 38's
Your middle finger up at the light, I'm nice

Doc, ride or die
I bubble up when they pourin' peroxide
It's dirty, lookie here
Still sharp like I'm back in school
It's like Wonder Blade, cut a nigga smooth

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, who let the dog loose?
Whips and chains, I don't wanna argue
The big whale that's writin' fish scale
Like me, better believe I'm too hard to harpoon

My goons think like Chris Wallace
Give me the loot and I won't talk about it
When my niggas say, "Get 'em'"
That's when I crush the buildin', how bout dat, nigga?

Look at my shoes, how bout dat, nigga?
My car, how bout dat, nigga?
Gettin' money, how bout dat, nigga?
Stop to bang, how bout dat, nigga?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

How about it, any nigga realer than me? I doubt it
Cash ready, hop out of V, low mileage
You see the way I play with money
I'm so childish and so stylish

Lookin' like Gucci my sponsor
Kick's crazy, jewelry is bonkers
Whether in the club or you see me in concert
I go hard, who created a monster?

Me, Gilla be the click that I ride with
Talk slick, get flipped like a sidekick
You wonder why your bitch is on my dick
'Cause the boy flow doper than five bricks

The MC wishin' I simply be remembered
Like Big Pun, Biggie or Pimp C
And when my niggas say, "Get 'em"
That's when I blocka, blocka, how bout dat, nigga?

Look at my house, how bout dat, nigga?
Sour D's, how bout dat, nigga?
Big paper, how bout dat, nigga?
Lookin' fly, how bout dat, nigga?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

How bout dat, ten years plus in the rap game

And still gettin' cream like a fat cat
Plus, I'm grossin' money off of ASCAP
Plus, my publishin', yeah, I owns that

First of all, my royalty come quarterly
My hoes, my niggas, all move accordingly
Street life, I'm so international
My foreign exchange'll always in the capitol

Straight cash advances
While you be callin' wour label all day
Hopin' someone answers
I flow with no auto-tone
Just me and my bitch, my blunt, my beat, my microphone

I shine with no jewelry on, another star is born
Watch me perform beyond the norm
But when my niggas say, "Get 'em"
That's when I brr, stick 'em, ha ha, stick 'em, how bout dat, nigga?

Fuck what it cost, how bout dat, nigga?
I'm a boss, how bout dat, nigga?
Straight pimpin', how bout dat, nigga?
East Coast, how bout dat, nigga?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Pimp game, soak it up, you dig?
Hope you haters want beef, 'cause I don't touch the pig
How about that, boy, I'm a G, ain't another MC
Or pedophile that can touch the kid, I do it big

Like Chris Wallace, big bank, big wallet
Got a flow that go straight to the pros, forget college
I still got it, if I got an issue, I flow the pistol
And I'm official, just like them niggas that blow the whistle

Word, man, I shoot to kill 'em, you heard?
If you nasty, I shoot 'em with penicillin, you heard?
I'm like Cali, so carry when I'm flippin' the words
Flip the script on your bitch ass while I'm flippin' the bird

Meth sick with the pen, stick a few in your men
Then again, stick with my people through the thick and the thin
Look, when my niggas say, "Get 'em"
I send 'em to hell and ride with 'em, how about that, nigga?

Look at my crew, how bout dat, nigga?
Gun bigger than you, how bout dat, nigga?
Pop bottles, how bout dat, nigga?
We live the life, how bout dat, nigga?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey