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