Wu-tang Clan - St. Ide's lyrics

[Method] Oh yeah, comin through with my Shaolin crew Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide's brew In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans Methtical's in a jam on how dry I am [Raekwon] ... with St. Ides in my system crack another I'm blitzed, let's go hit the next one Hang it over, the object is to stay sober Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur [Ghostface] Who's the Wallabee kid, stressed out, could never be Son Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam that blow between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of teams [U-God] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin to those Who don't realize that drinkin ain't only to be drunk You can't drive, keep my peoples alive And if the saint don't know you from a can of paint [RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted at the block And I asked for St. Ide's, I could tell by the dot On the back he rebuilt it... not that charcoal filtered Ice cold bottle tilted... to my cup he spilt it AAAAAAAAAAH!!! ST. IDES! mmmmmmmmmmm...