After party
Method Man & Ghostface Killah Lyrics

Woke up in the morning, like ten A.M
Method Man wakes up at 10 am

Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin
Rather than mouthwash, he drinks gin

Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin
Unshaven beard similar to Bin Laden's

Yo, Meth, the mailman!
Ghostface alerts Method Man to the presence of the mailman

Yo, Ghost, let him in!
Method Man tells Ghostface to allow the mailman entry

Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen
Ghostface signs for a package for a friend while the mailman provides a pen

Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen My keys is missin', my trees is missin' No more parties, cuz Doc need to listen
Method Man wears Gucci flip flops, boxes to the kitchen searching for his keys and tree, decides not to party because his doctor needs to advise him.

Cuz something in my closet, go look (he's a pissin') I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back
Ghostface refers to a man who is urinating in his closet, and also alludes to a conflict he had with a woman who is now relaxed

Half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm Mad strong, this is John John, pro and con phenomenon Stretch with a morning yawn, party 'til the break of dawn Ladies throw your faces on, sing it when the break come on
Method Man has only half of his cereal left but the milk is still warm. He feels strong and ready to party throughout the day. He tells the ladies to get ready for the upcoming break in the song

Each (meet) son (see) Boats (suites) dough (beats) No cat give you these, rap flow triple g's Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride
Each rap verse has the ability to deliver a message. Their rhymes create wealth. They are the Wu Tang Clan, and they ride together

Wu-Tang, the best rap group of all time Rush little shotgun, rest around nine Refrigerator, fish and sweets with no swine Dirty and Meth guest room with four dimes And U-G. had a master headache Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, gettin' that cake Where Divine at? Wine at Tell a DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it wit a blind back Dime sack, you know we blew that wit the cognac Them bowling ball lead head niggaz, we call them pawn yacks
Ghostface sings about the Wu Tang Clan being the best rap group ever. He then mentions sitting in the front seat of a car, eating a meal that does not contain pork, being in a guest room with four women, U-God and the GZA going to Uganda to make money, and other events in his life. He then instructs the DJ to replay a part of the song.

I say my girl, like to party all the time, Ghost Spend up my ends, every week, she always crime broke Thank God it's friday, I just got paid Feelin' good like I just got laid The next drink's on me, instead of, oh God, you think O.G White girls they comin' out, like they Pink on E So you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardless We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin' garbage Is where it's crackin' at, Street is you passin' that? Mami's is grabbin' ass, Johnny, I'm grabbin' back You know my habitat, you know my peoples If you wit me, where you at There ain't nothin' compared to that, come on!
Method Man's girlfriend likes to party but also spends all of their money. He is happy it is Friday and that he just got paid. He is also happy like he just had sex. He tells Ghostface the next drink is on him. There are white girls who are high, the group parties anyway, and they smoke 'dro and hypnotic (a brand of liquor). They also refer to people who smoke bad quality weed. Method Man asks if a man named Street is attending the party, while women grab his butt and he grabs theirs in return. He asserts that everyone there already knows him and his friends.

Each (meet) son (see) Boats (suites) dough (beats) No flows ill as these, him and Ghost, nigga please Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride
Each rap verse has the ability to deliver a message. Their rhymes create wealth. There are no better rappers than Method Man and Ghostface. They are part of the Wu Tang Clan and they drive together.

I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cup, but they ain't shit there (These cheap muthafuckas be grown ass men Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off with them) Come back again, drunk off your gin And when they try to get you for they ends, that's no friend That's no friend, eh, eh
Method Man provides the Seagram's gin, but other people finish it off and don't bring their own. Others come back drunk off of his gin, and try to manipulate him to leave. He calls out this behavior, saying that they're not friends if they try to take advantage of him. He repeats that point, saying 'that's no friend'.

Yeah, greedy muthafuckas, always wanna get high But never wanna buy, first one to come to the party Last one to leave, man, fuck all that Aiyo, Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we come from man.
Method Man is frustrated with people who only want to get high, but never contribute. They are the first to arrive and the last to leave, but he doesn't like it. He invites his friend, Streetlife, to talk about their history.