| Song | 1, 2, 1, 2 |
| Artist | Method Man |
| Album | Blackout! |
| 作词 : Noble, Smith, Spivey | |
| Come on1, 2, 1, 2, uh uh1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Mr. Meth and | |
| Doc1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Uh uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| DJ scratch on the track1, 2, 1, 21, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Break your motha fuckin' back1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Ah yo, yoMy lyric is 8 ball, batter up play ball | |
| Fuck ya'll analog, niggas, we be digital | |
| Subliminal comin', from the five star general | |
| Attack you from the blind side | |
| Invisible to the naked eye, where them criminals | |
| Better have your eight essential vitamins and minerals | |
| The wu is comin' through you know the outcome | |
| Critical condition in your physical for injurin' | |
| The officer and gentleman who stack by the | |
| BenjaminOff a beat like this, | |
| I keep a night stick | |
| In case any stick up care, where heat might miss | |
| I chicken fry rice bitch in a white trench | |
| Bustin' off two macks, | |
| I'm like I'm hit | |
| Yo, I'm just playin', | |
| I clear the crowd out | |
| Like a peppa spray can sprayin' | |
| I throw lightin' out the arms raiden | |
| Go guard your prey | |
| Next year | |
| I do nothin' more than | |
| Y2KWe sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2 ,1, 2 | |
| Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| And if you say fuck me | |
| I'ma say fuck you | |
| Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| From debutant down to stripper | |
| I'm too nonchalant, a drink mixed with four kinds of liquors | |
| Catch me at the bar, ' | |
| Fu Bar', ladies know who we are | |
| And dream of fuckin' a star, who da scrub | |
| Shotgun in this man car | |
| Burnin' up, forever gettin' thrown out the club | |
| It be us Paul, shot out and bugged | |
| I smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz | |
| I'm everything you think you don't know | |
| Yo man, I throw a 5 in the power | |
| Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed bumps40 miles per hour | |
| I'm out at | |
| Howard, next to | |
| BaltimoreTakin' change out the fountains at shoppin' malls | |
| Rats can only afford chuck-e-cheese | |
| The blood in my jeans is tough like | |
| Buddy LeeSemi-dart auto off ya, blood coughin' | |
| Meth pull a last spark plug with a heart pump | |
| We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2 ,1, 2 | |
| Yo, wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| And if you say fuck me | |
| I'ma say fuck you | |
| Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Call me Will, enemy | |
| I stateWhen four doc run the scam | |
| New jacks studderin', that the man from the upper hand | |
| Punch, atomic bomb | |
| I hit many | |
| From bricks to | |
| South Park, you dyin' with | |
| KennyWhile you bailin', | |
| I'm trailin' | |
| Rockin' hard hat helmets, clip the satellite surveillance | |
| When I walk by you better not be kickin' | |
| Or I put two more in that | |
| Terriyaki chicken | |
| You've just been fitted for them seaman shoes | |
| This is bottom of the lake raps | |
| Stab you in the back | |
| Kung fuFifty-two cops can't withstand the fifty-two blocks | |
| Unless they bust like fifty-two shots | |
| I'm the has been that have not | |
| Battle kids at | |
| Maxwell's house | |
| Know when | |
| I'm good to the last drop | |
| What's my name, | |
| Meth, his name's | |
| DocJust like urban | |
| See me in the gran' transportation splurgin' | |
| Drivin' with a turban who push a black suburban | |
| Come on, we rollin' windows half down through the urban | |
| Network law lay it down like a | |
| PersianM to the | |
| E to the F, spell curtain | |
| Get out your car sucker | |
| This ain't yours | |
| Robbed you with a gun that filled with paint balls | |
| And brauds got the nerve to act funny | |
| You a champagne ho, with kool aide money | |
| Frown bitch, | |
| Doc up in that town quick | |
| You back down a point on | |
| NFL blitzI'm lyin', buddah break fool and take two | |
| And put your hole in the earth to escape through | |
| We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2 ,1, 2 | |
| Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| And if you say fuck me | |
| I'ma say fuck you | |
| Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2, 2, 2 | |
| Yeah, yoDJ scratch | |
| Not ready for prime time playas | |
| Mr. Meth, funk | |
| DocDef Jam 2000 mutha fuckas | |
| Calm me down, baby | |
| Nod your head to this | |
| Come onAh yo, this is | |
| WKYA Radio | |
| We are kickin' your motha fuckin ass | |
| Yo FlexThats right it's goin' down | |
| Redman, method man, blackin the funk out | |
| Now listen |
| zuò cí : Noble, Smith, Spivey | |
| Come on1, 2, 1, 2, uh uh1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Mr. Meth and | |
| Doc1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Uh uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| DJ scratch on the track1, 2, 1, 21, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Break your motha fuckin' back1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Ah yo, yoMy lyric is 8 ball, batter up play ball | |
| Fuck ya' ll analog, niggas, we be digital | |
| Subliminal comin', from the five star general | |
| Attack you from the blind side | |
| Invisible to the naked eye, where them criminals | |
| Better have your eight essential vitamins and minerals | |
| The wu is comin' through you know the outcome | |
| Critical condition in your physical for injurin' | |
| The officer and gentleman who stack by the | |
| BenjaminOff a beat like this, | |
| I keep a night stick | |
| In case any stick up care, where heat might miss | |
| I chicken fry rice bitch in a white trench | |
| Bustin' off two macks, | |
| I' m like I' m hit | |
| Yo, I' m just playin', | |
| I clear the crowd out | |
| Like a peppa spray can sprayin' | |
| I throw lightin' out the arms raiden | |
| Go guard your prey | |
| Next year | |
| I do nothin' more than | |
| Y2KWe sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2 , 1, 2 | |
| Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| And if you say fuck me | |
| I' ma say fuck you | |
| Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| From debutant down to stripper | |
| I' m too nonchalant, a drink mixed with four kinds of liquors | |
| Catch me at the bar, ' | |
| Fu Bar', ladies know who we are | |
| And dream of fuckin' a star, who da scrub | |
| Shotgun in this man car | |
| Burnin' up, forever gettin' thrown out the club | |
| It be us Paul, shot out and bugged | |
| I smoke bud, sniff a bee' s ass to get a buzz | |
| I' m everything you think you don' t know | |
| Yo man, I throw a 5 in the power | |
| Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed bumps40 miles per hour | |
| I' m out at | |
| Howard, next to | |
| BaltimoreTakin' change out the fountains at shoppin' malls | |
| Rats can only afford chuckecheese | |
| The blood in my jeans is tough like | |
| Buddy LeeSemidart auto off ya, blood coughin' | |
| Meth pull a last spark plug with a heart pump | |
| We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2 , 1, 2 | |
| Yo, wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| And if you say fuck me | |
| I' ma say fuck you | |
| Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Call me Will, enemy | |
| I stateWhen four doc run the scam | |
| New jacks studderin', that the man from the upper hand | |
| Punch, atomic bomb | |
| I hit many | |
| From bricks to | |
| South Park, you dyin' with | |
| KennyWhile you bailin', | |
| I' m trailin' | |
| Rockin' hard hat helmets, clip the satellite surveillance | |
| When I walk by you better not be kickin' | |
| Or I put two more in that | |
| Terriyaki chicken | |
| You' ve just been fitted for them seaman shoes | |
| This is bottom of the lake raps | |
| Stab you in the back | |
| Kung fuFiftytwo cops can' t withstand the fiftytwo blocks | |
| Unless they bust like fiftytwo shots | |
| I' m the has been that have not | |
| Battle kids at | |
| Maxwell' s house | |
| Know when | |
| I' m good to the last drop | |
| What' s my name, | |
| Meth, his name' s | |
| DocJust like urban | |
| See me in the gran' transportation splurgin' | |
| Drivin' with a turban who push a black suburban | |
| Come on, we rollin' windows half down through the urban | |
| Network law lay it down like a | |
| PersianM to the | |
| E to the F, spell curtain | |
| Get out your car sucker | |
| This ain' t yours | |
| Robbed you with a gun that filled with paint balls | |
| And brauds got the nerve to act funny | |
| You a champagne ho, with kool aide money | |
| Frown bitch, | |
| Doc up in that town quick | |
| You back down a point on | |
| NFL blitzI' m lyin', buddah break fool and take two | |
| And put your hole in the earth to escape through | |
| We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2 , 1, 2 | |
| Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| We sayWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Ah yoWa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| And if you say fuck me | |
| I' ma say fuck you | |
| Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2, 2, 2 | |
| Yeah, yoDJ scratch | |
| Not ready for prime time playas | |
| Mr. Meth, funk | |
| DocDef Jam 2000 mutha fuckas | |
| Calm me down, baby | |
| Nod your head to this | |
| Come onAh yo, this is | |
| WKYA Radio | |
| We are kickin' your motha fuckin ass | |
| Yo FlexThats right it' s goin' down | |
| Redman, method man, blackin the funk out | |
| Now listen |