歌词：
Method Man Do What Ya Feel

译文: 法曼. 不要什么感觉雅.

it What're you talkin about man? The shit just happened like 3 hours ago Yeah - but we know who did it man... it was your boy What? Naugh man I'm not

Jason, facin' death every sequel (Insane in the membrane) Bring the pain like Method Neglected, smokin' kryptonite to the brain for breakfast Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do

it can't happen You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin' Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust somethin' So what ya want nigga, ya

me how ya feel when I push it all in. Eyes roll in the back of ya head. And ya start to grin. If sex was sin then a wicked bitch ya be. With creepy ass

the tele hoe You put what money in a Benz, 'cause bitch I'm barely broke I'm smokin' bomb-ass weed feelin' crucial From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling

teach that bitch, and that little nigga to duck With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya If you survive you gonna feel what talent do to ya [Chorus

tell me what's the twist It seems to be you're too promiscuous She was wookin' pa nub in all the wrong faces Wookin' pa nub in all the wrong places Man, I didn't know what

your blood Murder is tremendous, crime is endless Same shit different day Father forgive us, they know not what they do, our praises do I'm big like easy, ya big bamboo What