] Follow... Juss do what ya feel and never follow Never follow... Juss do what ya feel and never follow [Chorus] Juss do what ya feel and never follow
Tłumaczenie: Method Man. Do What Ya Feel.
it What're you talkin about man? The shit just happened like 3 hours ago Yeah - but we know who did it man... it was your boy What? Naugh man I'm not
ball outta control In your rhyme, then see you in person without a dime But I'm global, with Reggie Noble man blazin' Dive in a crowd like Method Man
Jason, facin' death every sequel (Insane in the membrane) Bring the pain like Method Neglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do
Tut (yeah, yeah) Slippers, robes is minked up, under the doorag, bro (uh, yo, yo) My three dimensional fade is clean cut Method Man Man, ya niggas ain
it can't happen You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin' Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust somethin' So what ya want nigga, ya
Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon Making niggas die, witnessin' breathless imperfections Can you picture my specific plan to be the man in this
me how ya feel when I push it all in. Eyes roll in the back of ya head. And ya start to grin. If sex was sin then a wicked bitch ya be. With creepy ass
gangsta But I won't hesitate to cock back, bust and point blank ya Lord thank ya, I'm like that coke and weed When it burn slow, motherfucker I'll stank ya That's what
the tele hoe You put what money in a Benz, 'cause bitch I'm barely broke I'm smokin' bomb-ass weed feelin' crucial From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling
perfect pitch and chronic bud, it save yo strug's, of somebody suffa scripturaz, tryin to rip ya, hit ya really good, I'll split ya, ditch ya. Gotta
teach that bitch, and that little nigga to duck With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya If you survive you gonna feel what talent do to ya [Chorus
know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW! (repeat 2X) Chorus [Method Man] Bad birds that fuck nerds! *inhaling* Hah! *inhaling* Suck a dick up til ya
tell me what's the twist It seems to be you're too promiscuous She was wookin' pa nub in all the wrong faces Wookin' pa nub in all the wrong places Man, I didn't know what
of the man they call" "pete rock" "and method man" [method man] Dumbheads, what? cherryheads.. what? Appleheads, what what what? (meth-tical, you know how we do
your blood Murder is tremendous, crime is endless Same shit different day Father forgive us, they know not what they do, our praises do I'm big like easy, ya big bamboo What