"Whateva Man" lyrics - METHOD MAN

[Woman moans]
(E Dub) Microphone check one two
Aiyyo, you ready to get down man?
(Red) Yo, whateva man
(E Dub) You ready to get drunk as fuck?
(Red) Whateva man
(E Dub) You, you sayin' somethin'?
(Red) Whateva man
(E Dub) Aiyyo
(Red) Whateva man
(E Dub) Check it, Kool V

(I keeps it bangin', keep it swangin
Mike type of sangin) Oh-la-la-la! (So what cha sayin')

Verse One: Redman, Sermon
Yo, I'm smokin' herbals till it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out past her curfew
Hard far from commercial
(So what cha mean nigga)
We don't give a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out (it's like that?) no doubt
From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets
Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks
Aiyyo, can I be SWV?
You the One nigga
Rap Shogun, yes E the one
Yo, I'm rollin' with a forty pack of niggaz
Get my weed from Branson 'cause his sack's bigger
Yo give me dap nigga
What I clap lyrically tap call back
Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse
So chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map
I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)
Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox better form a union
'Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond
Niggaz front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted
Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin'
So why you holdin' the blunt so long politickin
Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician
Of electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in
But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin
I keep it live no jive rollin' Dutches
That's Masters like the Furious Five
I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin' dog
(Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this

[Woman moaning] (oh daddy... aiyeee)
(Sermon and Red harmonizing)

(Red) Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?
(E Dub) Whateva man
(Red) You ready to knock this nigga out?
(E Dub) Whateva man
(Red) Yo, you ready to get this chedda?
(E Dub) Whateva man
(Red) You ready to start this shit off?
(E Dub) Whateva man

Verse Two: Redman
I smoked with a lot of college, students
Most of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it
You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent
I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark
Bigger they come, harder they fall
That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all
I lit my first L before I started to crawl
I got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl
But things changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes
Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha
Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya
Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch
I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch
Read my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher

(Red) You ready to roll this weed up?
(E Dub) Whateva man
(Red) You ready to rob this nigga?
(E Dub) Whateva man
(Red) You ready to fuck bitch?
(E Dub) Whateva man
(Red) You ready to guzzle this liquor?
(E Dub) Whateva man

(E Dub harmonizing again)