Intro: (E-40 and Man) Uhh! Hey Merchant! Method Man Meth, what's up boy? What's Trying to get my ones up... Crack Alley mang, It's Freezy mang, Revere mang, we doin thi shit, You know it's good, 40 Water, you'se a pimp nigga, out!
(E-40) They call me Paul Revere, 40 Water I like to ball. Things be going in one ear, And out the one y'all. Never had a to be an infant, I had to walk before I crawled, had to dang near raise my worked 3 jobs, Seen a lot of pan and gritt'in, flippin and dealin, Dudes up missing, banana clippin It's happening quite often They pull up on the side and your car into a coffin And ain't nobody talking because that's the of the soil We beef over rap, the beef over oil We in the track They on sacred, royal, ancient hold grounds.. Thnking that righteous, way out of bounds!
Chorus:(Method Man) New York to the Bay yo Sao Paulo to LA yo, nobody move we say so wanna know who got that N.A.S.A. music From New to the Bay yo Sao Paulo to LA yo, move until we say so They wanna know who got N.A.S.A. music
(Method Man) Another day, dollar, squeeze a dollar til it holler Miss you either spit or swallow Meet me at the same place, same time Take the R out of brotha, but I ain't trying to
(E-40) MP5's, bush masters, Chinese AKs, ways, Shallow, grim, dark murky days. Slappin on the porch wid it Real wid it, I rip it Spit for the fortunate, me and Meth Merchant I call him Meth Merchant because dope We in this booch and we stoked They say there no future in our hope No in our breath, scared to die But quick to take a
(Method Man) Little Johnny on the block, about to glot like With his body in the drop, damn a little hot Off top, I want everything little mommy got And if I look sober means I'm probably not
(Method Man and E-40) From New to the Bay yo Sao Paulo to LA yo, nobody until we say so They know who got that N.A.S.A. music New York to the Bay yo Sao Paulo to LA yo, nobody until we say so wanna know who got that N.A.S.A. music
(Method Man and E-40) I'm the kid from The Yay 40 Water man I'm missing days When we swallows of the good life and pissed it away Real drama daddy listen to He got the kid the Big Apple With the fish in the bay We off the books money, now money See I ain't laughing it look funny Or at them funny niggas that from me That's why the of the crooks honey, I'm hungry Trying to this snow bunny to cook for me This nigga got his own A beast and I rep, blah The greatest Akbar! What's famous you're dangerous and what's a star when the cops hate us cause of who the fuck we are? If I was Paris you wouldn't stop my car You'd be in the passenger trying to pop a bra Nigga I play for while y'all just play With Alley Music got em hooked N.A.S.A.
(Method Man and E-40) From New to the Bay yo Sao to LA yo, nobody move until we say so They wanna who got that N.A.S.A. music New York to the Bay yo Sao Paulo to LA yo, move until we say so They wanna know who got N.A.S.A. music
(Method Man and E-40) Y'all thought it was muhfuckers! (N.A.S.A. Music) Aww we bridging the gap! (N.A.S.A. Music) Weast coast , West coast, let's go! (N.A.S.A. uhhh)