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Mystikal
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Y'All Ain't Ready
Lyricist:Leroy Edwards, Michael Tyler
Man, them niggas can't fuck with you Man, fuck them niggas man
I know, I, I, I know I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me 'Cause I can't fuck with my damn self I know, I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me I I know y'all niggaz
Ungh, goddamn it took a nigga Thirteen motherfucking years through this shit Bruh, I been rappin' since la di da di Some fucking where I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz Aw shit, it's on nigga
I'm still not that nigga, to fuck with buster Bad for your ho health I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me 'Cause I can't fuck with my damn self When Mystikal hits the door
See can't nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do I know y'all niggaz, can't fuck with me And they can't, but they try to Some niggaz just need to be warned It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own
Nigga go ring the alarm, matter fact better know What it take for the back of your head to hit that grass Let's get this straight from the jump I ain't playing with your bitch ass
These outside niggaz that run to the mic Better come clean, fuckin' with that Saudi Arabian Desert storm veteran 12th ward offspring I'm runnin' these niggaz to the jets To the hills, to the back of the tracks A-a-ask them hos, did I do that?
I'm coming boisterous, with five million switches I'm the man with single and double and triple And four, five, six time them bitches I'm the nigga with the go head Fuckin' your bitch up in your bed
Standin' five foot 'leven dick, crooked like a roach leg Much bone and I don't fail a test Little nigga fuck hos both sides of the river I can't be fucked with, you can't touch this better grab hold Bitch, I'm so cold I'm like a 24 year old north pole Give a fuck about these raggly ass hoes
Grippin' my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds Makin' 'em stop (Bigidabounce) Pause, like jubilee all I'm harder than a nigga, watchin' Janet Jackson in draws But if ya catch me on the TV, or the radio spell it M Y S T I K A L, y'all ain't ready though
I'm still not that nigga, to fuck with buster Bad for your ho health I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me 'Cause I can't fuck with my damn self When Mystikal hits the door
I'm still not that nigga, to fuck with buster Bad for your ho health I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me 'Cause I can't fuck with my damn self When Mystikal hits the door
So Mystikal, in your own words Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Could you explain your style? I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble Through the air like a Rambo spear See y'all can stop lookin' at another nigga Face cause bitch the man right here
You nigga didn't think that I could swing mine Bitch I'm doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain't lying) Talking behind my back, don't make me, no, never mind 'Cause all you can say is I'm smarter than Einstein I'm fire like Cayenne
You'll never catch me, 'cause I'm swift as a hyena Gimme the chance, I'll rock the lake front arena Like Teena Marie be rockin' Tipitina's (Damn Gina) Tall, dark, strong, long and lean, ain't nobody comin cleaner It's all in the way I lay my game down Watch me swing with the gillotine, rollin' round nigga town
But everybody think these niggaz, be wantin' me To prove that I'm the man Bitch, I'm colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan I got no love for no bieotch Matter fact's been that way since I was wearin' osh kosh b'gosh
But yet y'all steadily trying to squab 'bout me When I come in this door The only thing y'all can do is talk about me Better get some business about yourself That's what you better do Matter fact I'm a tell you mother fuckers Three things I'm a never do
One, never gonna change my style Two, never gonna bounce, three, never gonna bow I'm gettin tired of being sick and tired Nigga, you got a problem with me gettin' high Suck big dick and die
Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can't fade The tan shade, man with the braids Bitches peep as I creep through the 12th ward I done offended, these niggaz compare me To niggaz that gotta practice looking hard
Bitch a won't leave me alone I'm not that thug and I'm not that ruggish but I do pack bone Black Prince Of The South, that's my title Bitch I'm whoo chka ckha oow, bad like Michael I'm throwin' rhymes at a steady flow Whoo, there they go y'all niggaz, ain't ready yo?
I'm still not that nigga, to fuck with buster Bad for your ho health I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me 'Cause I can't fuck with my damn self When Mystikal hits the door
Bitch, I pimp hos instead of an army Petty shit it, don't harm me Bitch, I'm entertaining like Cedric, and I'm mac like Bernie I'm black like Menace and I'm G like Slimm I'm sporty like T and I'm smooth like Tim I can click just like the boot camp
But I'm conscious like daughter Bitch, I'm insane but um, you still be wantin' To claim that I'm your partner I'm down just like Bust plus, I'm ice just like Mike And I'm the living lyrical miracle, I'm just ice like precise I'm the invisible man, you blind, you can't see shit Picture I got more bitches on my dick, than bitches at Frerknik
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