Panama P.I. - John 3:16 lyrics

[Intro: Method Man] Boy, you ain't sh** Muthaf**in' right, this my intro, my n***a Allah Math, that was a good one One love to the God Inf In my heart baby, one, one Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill (we gon' freak This sh** like this) Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz [Hook: Method Man] I'm screamin' long live The W I see you fools through the same as my brothers do Now can somebody tell me who let them dogs out And watch these villains tear the roof off they dog house [Method Man] Who got that champagne, got that remy, got it good and plenty Who only got a few friends, and they not friendly And to scrubs, I might just blackout and blow your lightbulb We turn night clubs to Fight Club, that's what happens when you invite thugs The bouge function with haters and busters And big head Hollywood hoes, let's get the f**ers Guess who, you like Meth who, now let me show you what the tech do Spit when he talk, and word wet you It's the return of the su-super s**m Mackin', lovin' my perm, have ya, fling out that burn, b**h If you don't know me, then you better know my flow Meth Jigga what, Jigga who, jiggalo [Hook: Method Man] I don't usually do this, but keep the party going (uh-huh) I don't usually do this, but keep the party going (n***a) I don't usually do this, but keep the party going Yo yo'ing, yo, yo, yo, yo'ing [Hook] [Method Man] Is it the fortune or fame, that make y'all change Got Milton Bradley hatin' the game, playas hatin' the same Y'all know his name, no need to mention or to explain What I've been through, how I get down, or why I came Let's talk about this flame in my mouth, I can't contain Some weed pocket change and some brain I can't complain Now, I heard y'all ladies got them thang thangs, do you really Park Hillbillies, come from down south, slap ya silly So what the dealy, with them Dutch Masters, really yo Backwoods, and n***as that make herb with illio Backwoods, and n***as that make herb with illio I swear these n***as don't know they a** from they elbow Don't know that I'mma strike, short of a shelltoe n***as around here, stick ya like velcro Case closed, baby it ain't safe no more Come on [Hook] [Hook] [Interlude: Panama P.I.] If you can drink or smoke it Whatever gets you by, everybody in here, high You can drink it or smoke it Whatever gets you by, everybody in here, high We gon' keep the party going, Mathematics, Method Man Panama P.I., yea, John 3:16 [Hook 2X]