Lyrics:
you Mystikal You screaming hysterical
The neighbors mad Sour grapes, the flavor's bad
I went from the bed To the couch
To changing pads She had me
Mystikal
•tell dame dash I’m going digital, tell jay-z I been throwing rocks-tell tip I’m really serious, I Fuck Mercedes In au Benz
•bi turbo not da twin,
bouta cause a wildfire
No heart for snitches wearing wires Take their vocal chords out with some pliers
Like Mystikal what's your alias Its critical that
a fuck if we missin a fender
Mix it in a blender, you ain't home return to sender
Can't be saved by cokenders or a public defender
This ain't no
muzyka
A więc Shake that Ass jak Em albo Mystikal
Wrzucam coś na barki ale coś mi nie styka
Bo na razie look at girls a tam niezła gimnastyka
Ja znów do
Got a girl from the south side, got braids in her hair
First time I seen her walk by, man, I 'bout fell up out my chair
Had to get her number, it
hittin' it hard on the mix
Where's the purpose, what's the reason?
When I could stay indoors until mushroom season
Got to sit by the telly, watch the bills
Back door wide open
Tell man's forward I
Still want to uppen the score
Put you on a 3by3
Better yet 3 by 4
Or 10 by 8
Fish fry ready for you
And you
An early photograph
Of the young braid with the confident grin
Who is celebrating his first defeat
By clouching a haircut from his skull
walk down with a stick
Get you outside when he see where you live
Get you inside, by the baby, by the crib
He don't give a fuck who you are, who you
E.S.G. | Wreckchopped & Screwed Version | Ft. Slim Thug & Deshawn Hill | Screwed by Ray Face
Say Slim, what's the deal baby
(making this money man)
fat ones
Tall ones, skinny ones
White ones, black ones, red ones
Boys with curls we like a lot
And boys with braids are really hot
Boys that
the rope
Calling shots on the block, getting praise like a pope
Why Flex, when you niggas only mad cause you broke
I never fail to appear
Like Mystikal
New jack city, where the dope fiends lay
City by the bay, where its windy erry day
New jack city, get capped in broad day
City by the bay, where
on the block slangin amphetamines
I'm thinkin about my ghetto dreams on a triple beam
Ain't no, turnin back I'm way too deep
I got prices on my head by niggaz
Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack
it's dem braids, and
When flossing in my benz, with my friends, it begins.
Smell the aroma puttin' you in a coma;
It's dat super sanky dank that'll
I like the French braids in your hair
And them faded blue jeans that you wear
I like to watch you shoot your guns
And I like the way you love having
With my two eyes get caught by surprise
Dealing with a nigga who himself not a disguise
Miss me with that bullshit, I'm holding a full clip
Many people
Chorus (2x): murder, murder (murder, murder)
Kill, kill (kill, kill)
Shit's real (shit's real)
On the battlefield (on the battlefield)
[mystikal]
I said
im goin down town to the dss
fcuk wiv me i'll leave your face in a mess
thats right his name is mystikal
and if he looks at you twice he'll fcuk you
I be wearing braids and rockin' jerseys daily
But that don't mean I'm thuggin' though
He don't want me with you
But I ain't tryna hear it though
get murk by the beast
Smoke weed while I make a masterpiece
I'm beast on the mic spitting heat
Yeah savage don't know no defeat
Play the beat it get
Orpheusix
Downtown by them tall-ass buildings
Niggas creep out the V-Pass the blunt like a villain
Didn't give me no drop, niggas told me come get it
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