[Intro: Redman]
Hoo, haa, ha, ha, ha
Let's go

[Verse 1: Redman]
Yo, now everybody welcome me back like I'm Kotter
It's '90s ugly, I'm in the mirror like Shabba
America's most blunted, Cheech and Chong say I'm don dada
A bounty hunter for the sour, I'ma
Hit your hood, I'm in pocket, how I get around (Yeah)
I'm on my toes like a midget in a urinal
Whoever your connect, boy, better tell 'em (Yes, sir)
I'm looking for the killer, I'm tryna catch a felon

[Verse 2: Method Man & Redman]
I'm looking for who's selling, Mary cooking my cerebellum
I pen and tell 'em, my art is war, Machiavellian
By day seven, see what you're smelling is me inhaling
You see that seven of seven seas, call me Magellan (Let's go, Meth)
I'll call the reverend, MAC 11 and split your melon
If that don't get him, a honeydew, in a split second
America's most, put us both in the smoke section
With no sticks and no seeds and no exceptions (Haha)

[Chorus: Redman & Method Man]
I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that (La-la-la-la)
I'm like yo, this n***a got it, yo
I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that (La-la-la-la)
Now everybody say, da-da, da-da-da-da
I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that (La-la-la-la)
I'm like yo, this n***a got it, yo
I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that (La-la-la-la)
Brick City, Staten Island, let's go
[Verse 3: Method Man & Redman]
Ayy, blunt brothers, you got the herb, the blunt covered
You came to beef with a butter knife, that don't cut it (Hey)
Just cold busted, wild style when I cold crush it
The Gilla House got a gilla monster, I'm cold blooded
You are ready, I run with Reggie, I don't puff it (Nah)
We like De Niro and Joe Pesci, but low budget
Bunch of buzz killers, buzz buggers, they asking how he do it
Ain't no Nike to it, I just does it

[Verse 4: Redman]
Ayo Meth, I got the granddaddy and I'm listening to Bob Marley
I tear the roof off the porch like it's House Party (Let's go)
I got the new edition, that green homie, it's a killer
Ralph, Ricky, Mike, Bobby, Ronnie, and Johnny (Woo)
N***as say they got gas, but it's all gas
They talking like a podcast, n***a, haul ass
I never share and I don't pass the clip
'Cause that shit on his lip got some shit on his lip, n***a

[Chorus: Redman & Method Man]
I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that (La-la-la-la)
I'm like yo, this n***a got it, yo
I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that (La-la-la-la)
Now everybody say, da-da, da-da-da-da
I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that (La-la-la-la)
I'm like yo, this n***a got it, yo
I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that (La-la-la-la)
Method Man, Redman n***a
[Outro: Redman]
From the, from the, from the, from the, spliff that I lift and inhale
(La-la-la-la) Let's go Premier
From the, from the, from the, from the, spliff that I lift and inhale
(La-la-la-la)