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Method Man Lyrics


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We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
Let's get high
Let's get high

I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest
Think you gotta win, don't hold your breath
Spittin' on a track with Red and Meth
Rollin' up a fat, when you smoke a cassette
Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's
Spread it on the arm, come on believe me
Look who it is, it's the funky feel
Smokin' assassin from Cypress Hill
DJ D just resonate it
Over my brain 'til it's saturated
Gotta get the kush weed and cultivate it
Give it to the hoes who love to hate it
'Cause lungs get filled like Hershey Highways
I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze
Chillin' at the rainbow high and faded
You're sittin' at home, feeling isolated

Is there a doctor in the house?
We like, fuck that, nut sacks in your mouth
Lemme show you what a thug about
We can talk or we can slug it out
Better yet, you can bark like your bitch when I dug it out
There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his
Time to settle this, like men
I'm pipin' hot, exciting
Write a gem or hyping them, alright then
All day I drink and smoke
Shell toe with a anchor, sink your boat
Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar
Rocwilder blend the track again, holla
Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke
Call Superhead nothing to throat, swallow
Bang the track, bring your bat
Ain't too many that can hang with that
So why bother

Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
(Hell yeah)
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
(Hell yeah)
He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine
(Hell yeah)
He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine
(Hell yeah)

Yeah, Sen Dog, and fall back
And who wrote on this track
I don't really give a fuck
Put the pen down, let's toss 'em up
Soul assassins, Latin thugs
Whole damn world know about us
Rhymes we kick and weed we puff
Get you vatos all fucked up
And sing along to my get high song
Had you choking off of four foot bong
Cypress Hill and weed, can't go wrong
Keep you smoking like Cheech and Chong

Yo, call me that doctor
P-Funk or chronic blower
Pussy smoker, strap toker, back broker
Hash burns in your pull out sofa
This is my brain on drugs
Move out my way, cuz, 'cause I might run you over
Bitches bounce your titties
I bounce with a pump shotgun (show over)
Look out, the highest man in the world
Walkin' off with my hand on your girl
Can't drink and can't stand when they hurl
Niggas, two puffs and pass me the L
What you talking 'bout I ain't high enough to start that party
Triple beater enter the stage with a gauge (don't shoot nobody)
What, you ain't high enough?
Do I gotta jump out there and tie you up?
Strap a bomb to your mouth 'til you wired up
'Til the Park Ranger call the firetruck
And said, "Hey, motherfucker, what you be smoking on?"
I said, You punk motherfucker, why do you want some?"
Yo, yo, yo give me that gun, we don't need to fight
Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light
Don't no nigga wanna die tonight
With all this weed, get high tonight, bitch

Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
(Hell yeah)
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
(Hell yeah)
He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine
(Hell yeah)




He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine
(Hell yeah)

Overall Meaning

In "Cisco Kid," Method Man collaborates with Redman and Cypress Hill's B-Real. The song is a classic "get high song" that promulgates the pleasures of weed smoking. In the song, the three artists jointly sing that they will get their listeners high with their rhymes, just like weed takes over the body. They later reference the Cisco Kid, who was a protagonist in a TV series in the late 1950s and early 1960s, and Pancho, who is the Cisco Kid's sidekick. They sang that Cisco Kid was their friend and that he drank whiskey while Pancho drank wine. The song emphasizes the artists' love of weed and the ability of music to enhance the experience of smoking.


Throughout the song, the three artists display their lyrical dexterity by trading bars and complementing each other with well-executed verses. The song's chorus repeats the phrase, "We gonna get you high," driving home the artists' message that be ready to ride high with them as they indulge in one of their favorite pastimes. However, the song also touches on the artists' defiance and nonconformity to societal norms. Method Man's verse, in particular, contains a few explicit lyrics, which may be deemed vulgar and offensive to some individuals.


Line by Line Meaning

We gonna get you high
We will help you get high


Let's get high
Let's get high together


I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest
My rhymes are smooth and easy like weed that goes down your lungs


Think you got endo, hold your breath
If you have strong weed, be ready to hold your breath


Spittin' on the track with Red and Meth
Rapping on the track with Redman and Method Man


Holdin' up a fat, when you smoke a cassette
Puffing something long, just like smoking a cassette tape


Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's
We are the ones who bring the Ouija board and control the game


Spread it on the arm, come on believe me
Apply the weed on your arm, let it sink in


Look who it is, it's the funky feel
Here comes the funky vibe


Smokin' assassin from Cypress Hill
A skilled smoker from Cypress Hill


We think she's just resonated?
We thought she was just resonating


Fillin' my brain till it's saturated
My brain is so full of weed that it's saturated


When you get the crushed weed and cultivate it
When you get the crushed up weed and grow it


Give it to the hoes who love to hate it
Share it with people who love to hate it


'Cause blunts get filled like Hershey Highways
Because blunts get filled like Hershey's chocolate highways


I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze
I couldn't care less where I smoke


Chillin' at the rainbow high and faded
Relaxing at a high and faded state


You saving that bump(??), then isolate it
If you're saving a bump, isolate it


Is there a Doctor in the house?
Is there a doctor around?


We like fuck that, nut sacks in your mouth
We don't care, shut up and put your balls in your mouth


Lemme show you what a thug about
Let me show you what a thug is like


We can talk or we can slug it out
We can talk or fight it out


Better yet, you can bark like a bitch when I thug it out
You can act like a coward when I confront you


There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his
Here it is, a better kid who's ahead of his time


Time to settle this, like men
It's time to settle this like men


I'm pipin' hot, exciting
I'm fired up and thrilling


Right in the gym or hype in them, alright then
I'm either right there in the gym or getting high, either way it's alright


All day I drink and smoke
All day I drink and smoke


Shell toe with ankles in ya both
Wear shell-toed sneakers with socks that cover your ankles


Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar
Money in increments of 1, 5, 10, and 100 dollars


Rocwilder blend the track and getting hotter
Rocwilder mixed the track and it's getting better


Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke
Ask your friend, then give him something to smoke


'Cause you have had nothing to throat, swallow
Because you have had nothing to smoke, swallow


Bang the track, bring your bat
Hit the track hard, bring your baseball bat


Ain't too many that can hang with that
Not many people can match that


So why bother
So why bother trying?


Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine


Hell yea
Of course


He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine
Cisco drank whiskey while Pancho drank wine


Yea, send all, and fall back
Yes, everyone leave and step back


And who wrote on this track
Who contributed to this track?


I don't really give a fuck
I don't care


Put the pen down lets toss them up
Put the pen down, let's get ready to fight


Soul assassins, Latin thugs
Soul assassins, Latin gangsters


Whole damn world know about us
The entire world knows about us


Rhymes we kick and weed we pour
We kick rhymes and pour weed


Get tus vatos all fucked up
Get your friends all messed up


And sing along to my get high song
Sing along to my song about getting high


Had you choking off of four foot bong
Had you choking on a four feet long bong


Cypress Hill and weed, can't go wrong
Cypress Hill and weed always work together


Keep you smoking like Cheech and Chong
Keep you smoking like Cheech and Chong


Yo, call me that Doctor
Call me The Doctor


P-Funk or chronic blower
I am known for smoking P-Funk or chronic


Pussy smoker, strap toker, back broker
Smoke weed, carry a gun, conduct back alley deals


Hash burns in your pull out sofa
Your pull-out sofa has burn marks from smoking hash


This is my brain on drugs
This is what my brain looks like on drugs


Move out my way 'cause, cause I might run you over
Get out of my way or I might run you over


Bitches bounce your titties
Girls, bounce your breasts


I bounce with a pump shotgun
I bounce with a shotgun


Look out, the highest man in the world
Watch out, the highest man in the world is coming


Walkin' off with my hand on your girl
Taking your girl with me while holding her hand


Can't drink and can't stand in the world
Can't drink and stand in this world


Niggas, two puffs and then pass me the L
Guys, take two puffs and then give me the L


What you talking about I'm not high enough to start that party
What do you mean I'm not high enough to start the party?


Triple beater enter the stage with a gauge
Three tough people entered the stage with a firearm


Don't shoot nobody
Don't shoot anyone


What you ain't high enough?
Are you not high enough?


Do I gotta jump out there and tie you up?
Do I need to take action and tie you up?


Strap a bomb to your mouth
Strap a bomb to your mouth


Till you wired up
Until you're wired up


Till the Park Ranger call the Firetruck
Until the park ranger contacts the fire department


And said ?Hey motherfucker, what you be smoking on??
And said 'Hey MF, what are you smoking on?'


I said ?Hey motherfucker, why do you want some??
I said 'Hey MF, why do you want some?'


Yo, yo, give me the gun, we don't need to fight
Give me the gun, we don't need to fight


Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light
Hold the blunt and I'll light it for you


Don't no nigga want to die tonight
No one wants to die tonight


With all this weed, get high tonight bitch!
With all this weed, let's get high tonight bitch!




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Charles Miller, Harold Brown, Howard Scott, LeRoy Jordan, Morris Dickerson, Thomas Allen, Lee Levitin

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Comments from YouTube:

DJ Noize

I loved that! We need a whole show with these two!

Mrstobastoba

Both of them killed it. Wish we had more genuine interviews like this.

Rudy TORMENTO

Yeah you're right. It's a delightful moment.👍

Darren Waters

The honesty found in children is an under appreciated thing.

r

Meth always keeps it 100

Mo The gamer

i agree method is a genuine dude met him once and he shook my hand cool dude

Trinidad and Tobago

Yep👍🏿💯🇹🇹🇹🇹

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whattmang

I love how Method Man asked for her opinion first before giving his own. It showed me that he wanted to be careful with his answer and give her room to speak. That's class.

Aozotra

It’s nice to see her confidence growing. We are seeing a future star growing right in front of our eyes

Shawn Recognize

I think your only 100% correct.

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