No Chaser lyrics

by

Method Man & Redman


[Verse 1 : K. Rooselvert]
Take another shot, don’t need no chaser, no
Tell her to turn a little louder, by the end of the night
I’m gonna take her down, down, down, down
All these women around now
She thinks she ready for the moment, call it, acting like she want it, falling for the boy
Laugh it off just like any other joke
Let her now that’s what I ain’t trying to do
Just having fun when you try to fall in love
Let’s live it up, I'mma pour another one

[Hook]
Pour a little more, make it last all night
Drink a little more, is once for the life
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 2 : Oktane]
Alright now Peach Ciroc and that honey Jack
And we'll have that on the rocks
How you doing, that’s Roosevelt, that's Price T and I’m Ok' yeah
Stuck up girls with they up and they filling up they glass
And my ghetto girls that name all they kids cars they never had
I'mma IE player, coach, I got him
Twin towers, I'm bin Laden
Cause I'mma knock that down if she got good top and a big bottom
Popping Rosé call that K rose
After they club they be calling K Rose
Asking any groupie or woadies, they know
Bet you can’t do it like me, fable
You be getting played, n*gga, I be getting paid, n*gga
I don’t ever sit down cause I be getting laid n*gga
If you got money I can show a little more
She giving brain but she don’t know a n*gga, though
I'mma put it on it her like lower in the flow
Don’t stop me so go n*gga, go
So I take the bottle, go full throttle
And I
[Hook]

[Verse 3 : Price]
Where my independent ladies who be riding class on Monday?
Freaking on the weekend then go praise the Lord on Sunday
Oh that's you, well what that do? Catch me on the 2 like an at sign
Paper come to me like it's fax time, cause everyday for me tax time
You n*ggers talking like they getting money, but they never seen it like I seen it, boy
Ray Charles to the dough
I go hard for the toast when you getting shots I get hard to the most
Topless car what I came up in, section is what your game appear
Throwing bottles of whiskey, drinking Antawn Jamison
Smoking high, going up, got you freak up in my truck
Thank your daddy for the night, thank your mama for that butt
I’m reppin' before with my family, she said Nelly, I go hammer
In the club feet on these couches, there’s no price, ain’t got no manners whats up?

[Hook]
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