Nonpoint - The Tribute Lyrics
Here we go,Once upon a time not long ago,when people wore pajamas and lived life slow,When laws were stern and justice stood,and people were behavin' like they ought ta good,There lived a lil' boy who was misled,by anotha lil' boy and this is what he said:"Me and you kid, we gonna make sum cash,robbin' old folks and makin' tha dash",They did the job, money came with ease,but one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease,He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha,tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercoverThe cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic, he saidI got you all in checkYah Yah Yah, Yah YahYah Yah Yah, Yah YahYah Yah Yah, Yah YahYah Yah Yah, Yah YahWhen I step up in the placeay yo I step correctWoo-Hah ,got you all in checkI got that head nod ****make you break your neckWoo-Hah, I got you all in checkAnd you know we come throughto wreck the disco techWoo-Hah, I got you all in checkThrow your hands up in the airdon't ever disrespectWoo-HahI got you all in checkYo which muthaphucka stole my floweenie....meenie miney moThrow that type of nigga right out my windowBlast your ass hit you with my direct blowBo!! Coming through like G.I. JoeStar Wars movie deal like Han SoloMake you bounce around like this was calypsoAlways shine cause I got the high pro glowYou think that you can hide you think you can lay lowRoll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0Mad out with my dreads in my kangoforget the Moet nigga just pass the CiscoYo!! Take a trip down to MexicoCome back with that **** that might make you psychoMaximum frequencies through your stereoSorry this is it but homeboy I got to goM-E-T, H-O-D, ManM-E-T, H-O-D, ManM-E-T, H-O-D, ManM-E-T, H-O-D, ManHey you get off my clooudLet me get raw with my southpaw styleMover, puffin' on a fat blunt from CubaIt's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the buddhaMonk on the hunt for machine gun foesI keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punkDouble-barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them properPartner, you ain't got no wins in me casaStraight up, you movin' too fast so baby wait upTook one, added seven more now you eight upGet on down wit' your bad selfGet on down, listen to the sound, come onFew can ever get this whole commit legitSee you all up in my dickBut you don't know sh*t, uh-huhWhat's your definition of a real emceeFrom what you dedicated, hey it must be meMeth-Tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip-hopI go on to the break of dawn, and just don't stopGive me the green light, and the sign one wayHave you had your meth todayHuh, move it in, move it outStick it in, pull it outShake it up, shake it downCome on down, Meth-TicalOh I often pray that I willBut today I am stillJust a...M-E-T, H-O-D, ManM-E-T, H-O-D, ManM-E-T, H-O-D, ManM-E-T, H-O-D, Man
