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You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back I really be throwin' my words Standing 'em up, and jammin' on the one That ain't nobody but Neptunes bammin' on the drum Swift flip kicks landing from the tongue More dramatic than batman and robin, ba na na na na na The one that be handling they business, be sharper than a thumb tack The one that be dropping these albums, showing 'em how to come back And you gon' respect me and appreciate where I run at You ain't gone piss me off, cause you sorry that you done that I gets meaner, badder, stronger and ferocious You don't even much wanna see the rest I'm coming back mo' fearless, mo' determined to fold the set I ain't even started yet So if you ain't ready you better get ready I know I do it better when I'm being opposed Ah stick ya chest out, keep your chin up 'Cause sometimes you gotta get knocked down to get up You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back No matter what happened that's only once it's shame on you You come up and here and do it again then it's shame on me Sometimes we be getting in trouble we didn't want learn or Sometimes we be getting in trouble we ain't gon' see I accept my wages like the way that I fail I grow, I take 'em in stride and but 'em under my belt I learned from you just like you learned from me I plead, I pray for peace and perfect harmony Somebody said fool you better keep on rapping Stop that trippin', causin it ain't gone happin' I told them look you better mind yo business Change yo' way of thinking and keep on living Done started some trouble and you ain't been out since Cause you stuck inside scared watching CNN Just take the precaution so yo life will be better Tell my friends to call me I ain't accepting no letters You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back You heard about me, yeah you had to Hmm-huh, I know you changed ya mind you ain't the only one with bad news I know that they made you feel strange huh You was right in the middle complainin' and forgot what you was cryin' bout It could be you time and it might be You can't do nothing about it, its God will thats just how life be One day it hit 'cha then its gone And I'm serious and you ain't never even gone feel it until it hit home That's when the pain run sharper and deeper You ain't eat that's when the days feel slow and long I know you miss 'em so it's time to uplift 'em Try to pick the pieces up and find a way to drive on I tell you the truth so don't lie to me Get back Satan don't bother me And that's the way its gotta be And real as ever so I hope you proud of me You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back You keep bumping me against the wall You ain't seen bouncin' back |
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[Mystikal]
Well bitch I'm country as cowboy boots I debut beating boy band groups Nigga let me know what the fuck yall wanna do You need to keep up but you can't, can't Mildew or barbeque! Cracker do your thang! Dang I ain't here for the no dumb shit You demo while I'm the harders nigga lyrics of the drum kick And when it's finished over and done with Imma smoke a blunt and knock the pussy off some bitch! I ain't no speedy and you said I beat too much I ain't gon eat it and you ain't gon drown me and I pound it enough They see me leavin with the big butt women Women walking funny pussy up in her stomach Sittin in the front cause the tv's runnin Peanut butter leather seat with "Big Truck " on it I musta kidnapped a nigga main honey, cause I heard em hollin "Hold on baby I'm coming" {Chorus} We hushed those (sssh) who ever thought we would get this far But bitch I told you-Tarantula_ so do what you 'spoed to-Tarantula Guve me brains stop lookin' strange bitch shit changed It's just lilke I told you-Tarantula- came up like I 'm sposed to [Mystikal] And I'm known as the black prince of the south So wop-ba-ba-lo-bop bitch watch out I make ya mamma shake a tail feather Don't tell ya daddy that I'm here cause you know it make him feel threatened Go get ya dexy dress to turn me on While he down ther quotin Betty Wright, I know you not gon to sing that song I hit the charts and never move off or homie cool off Before you nose look like Rudolf I give it to em and this bitch can't handle it Well ugly jealous mutha fucka this shits jammin Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent On top of bass strings and piano They callin me big bucks no whammies This year I'm sceaming Jive Records Big Truck god dammit It's fight and never get to move Rank: CEO/rapper/fool {Chorus} I'm fixin to blow up like the jaws of Dizzy Gillepsie Heavnes to Betsy Julio Iglesias counldn't our-rock me Speedy Gonzales couldn't come catch me The grammy-nominated Especially... The Soul Train Award Winner Call me Black Elvis Preslely You Probably can't keep up with what you see me on Either 106 & Park, Queen Latifah, Chris Rock or Jenny Jones Knock down buildings chop downs trees I kick so fuckin hard they say, Yous Japanese I'm up in the millions cause if what I invent Look at ya over there with ya seatbelt light your're approachin your descent A.k.a "The Tarantula" Hot rymes coming from a canister I'm keeping my fans something to brag on These people in here ain't leaving to I finish my fuckin last song Bitch walk a barbarian Tall dark and cut and keep them fuckin hoes starin Tarantual |
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[Mystikal]
Why.., why why why why Cause I keep bangin' y'all mother-fuckin ass, with this shit If it ain't live, it aint me Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old I'm too hip to drip, I do it to 'em like this I wan't-a load it up, cock back don't miss Y'all ain't goin' believe this Got the preacher's wife talkin' bout rock that shit! All they do is say the mans name You watch how many bitches start comin', it's a damn shame They know I got the wood for 'em If they in the hotel room and get the dick, that's good for 'em Big pussy and it's soft dick time, bitch I got to get'cha, mm-hm, uh-huh.. Tell me what you goin' do If you got your friends with you, you could bring them ho's too Come and turn around, let me get behind you Move somethin' for me baby, I ain't goin' tell no body [Hook] If it ain't live, it aint me Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old If it ain't live, it aint meOh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old I'm too hip to drip [Mystikal] When I'm here they got to have it White lines so live they jump off the cabinet It's Micheal Tyler not Black Sabbath It's springin' hunter so watch out for the cat parrot I'm a whole and kaniver, the hot enchilada, Big Truck driver Hittin' hookers is a side high Tuckin' guts stackin' paper formin' lyrics is my real job Got my fingers and my shit tight Got another album and contract bitch get right Form a crowd like a fist fight I'm too hip to drip, I do it to 'em like this [Hook] [Mystikal] I'm too man to try to handle, I'm too bad and loaded too for you to hold Too tight to out-write, too strong to out-sold, too much to out-bust I'll talk shit and cuss, foul-dog rimp and the walk talk spit crush The paper towels and toilet tissue, start your engine set the table Clean your plate and wash the dishes Can I please get a source cup And if they don't give me my grammy, feel so sorry for your mother And after I'm goin' get Jive I done bust my ass, y'all ain't do y'all job [Hook 2x] |
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(Intro) because this the first time you ever heard some shit like this nigga What you about to hear gone F**K you up I'm tellin you this shit so off the f**king hook bro Ya'll man look check this shit out ({Humming in Background} + {"Waaaaaa" in Background}) (Mystikal:) Mystikal and Juvenile Nigga Say Juvey they don't believe you did the beat bro (Mystikal:) I tried to tell them niggaz bro (Juvenile:) What you mean nigga, f**kin right I did this beat (Mystikal) I come with my own look, my own sound, my own style Who the f**k you think drawed this crowd It's the ripper, the clean up hitter You bitter intimidating young long dick nigga Now suck it, now suck it, while you around here playa hating Your woman around here screaming F**k Me, F**k Me Tell me something, don't I put down on my albums Motherf**ka nobody ever told you I was hard as a NFL Helmet I write 'em, land 'em, plant 'em BAM Nigga can't stand 'em On top, on sight, heads up, bust 'em at random (What You Did?) I got the vest out, put the braids back, put on the bandana (What Else You Did?) Signed a brand new contract, shot the video in Atlanta Don't pull me, can't hold me the beat don't move me You know smokin, drinkin whenever I kick it with Juvey Back on my own, back on my zone Feelin better, lookin better Bout to go get it and bring it back home (Chorus 2X: Juvenile) A nigga got, got but I won't no more Cause this time round I come to settle the score Greedy niggas eat good, but not that long They wind up with a stomach ache balled up in they home (Juvenile) You better cancel that shit, about you run this here I ain't seen you on the charts what you done this year Y'all thought "Project English" was the last of this shit When I was really only given y'all half of this shit F**kin right I made the beat, and I wrote this rap But a Niggaz In the ghetto want to post the crack Got two Niggaz posted watching a bus with macks Just waiting on the police and Niggaz to jack To people across the nation, thanks for being patient Ya'll been itching for some G-Shit Huh, I know you waiting When you cop the cd, get some Herb and Ride Turn the bitch up real loud so you can feel my Vibe I got a long way to go, I'm just gettin started I'm 26 years old and I'm still retarded I'm talking about the way I talk and Express my rap I ain't talking about handicapped You Feelin that (Chorus) (Juvenile) Anytime you say my name make sure it's some good shit Am I hatin on Cash Money, Now Stop Playin Look I'm not your eldest rapper, I stay on some hood shit I'm all about U.T.P. Family and Kids I respect it How it came, Now I got Game (Bling) And Takin Care of business it the way that we live I don't need a record deal just give me my props How many muthaf**kas you know keepin it hot (Mystikal) I got more season than the seafood out the gumbo pot Believe it or not, keepin my spot locked Now run your mouth and lose your slot (I'm Lowdown) I make em feed for me like junk is fever one more rock(Tease Me) I got bitches I ain't even F**ked claiming my dick Ain't this some shit I'm famous and rich (Huh Bro) Is this all about that big truck and U.T.P If thats how it is, I guess we gone see (Chorus and Ad Libs to fade)
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[Mystikal] Whaaa, wassup nigga? This for my niggas in them Big Trucks This for all my niggas in them SUV's, you heard me? This for my Big Truck Drivers, look nigga blow yo' Big Truck Horn You still could see me in my Big Truck boy Smilin' like a lil' kid when I spin the corner with my brand new toy I got 'em parkin they cars, talkin 'bout They wish I never would've came out the garage But, I guess that's too bad Cause your truck used to be the shit until they saw mine pass Strobe lights flash, solar baric *boom boom* Big feet ten runnin' while they *vroom vroom* Another SUV can't do nothin' wit' me I'm 23's so 22's ain't fuckin' with me Car so big it make it hard to turn the wheel I can't watch the T.V.'s from the sturrin-wheel Shit, plush stronger than the buckskin ceiling Chocolate tan interior really big truck grill Yeah, that's how you do that there Got bling and bass, everything clean but the ash-tray [Hook: Byou2ful] (Mystikal) I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel singin' this song (I'm a Big Truck Driver) In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill rollin' on big ol' chrome (I'm a Big Truck Driver) And you know when you pass those small trucks you doin' them wrong (This is for my riders Big Truck Drivers Even on a bad day everything clean but the ash-tray) [Mystika] Dark lights with brights, the dark windows with the pistols in the hot spots fuckin' well right So when you bitches try to act hype I get the gat get the gat cause niggas don't fight When you get to Ruby Tuesday's then make a right at the light And you might catch my rims will-millin' 'round night light I played a Jag' 'round rags, and now Excursion and Escalade 'round upscale The Range Rove's don't even get used Til it's time for Rhythm City or either House of Blues My niggas wit' me at your seat to pick my friends up My brother Reece in a motherfuckin Benz truck Fresh light don't need no buffin' Just call a homie where I'm at, west coast custom Put it on a trailer and ain't no rushin' Cause when I get it back y'all ride can't touch it [Hook] [Mystikal] Ain't no slack in my mack, rollin' slow the windows down they recognize me so you know how they act Cuttin' up fallin' out tryin' to flirt and get nasty Raisin' shirt showin' titties talkin' 'bout autohgraphs I try my best to keep my fans happy I sign my name I grab the nipple they pull off and start laughin' Then it's back through the hood, tryin' to find somethin' good And after that I'm on my way to Baton Rouge I knew that I'm on course at all time And I love grindin' like alcoholics love sweet creamy and wine 2002 and you dodgin' me now Big Truck gonna come up ain't no holdin' us down Grab eyes, turn heads, stop traffic My black Big Truck half match my Big Truck jacket Do shows and get paid when I travel stay busy it be gone Now this a Big Truck Driver [Hook 2x] [Mystikal] I'm a Big Truck Driver, I'm a Big Truck Driver This is for my riders Big Truck Drivers Even on a bad day everything clean but the ash-tray |
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[Mystikal talking] The Medicine man. Oh yeah. Smoke One Yeah. This that shit nigga that you smoke off. This the one I know y'all flipping through this shit the CD and shit. This the one nigga This yo' chance right NA. Ya' know? Get all items that you need to get yo' mutha fuckin blunt rolled nigga. Get ya' papers, what ever the fuck, lighters. Y'all know what y'all need. Huh bra? This what I want y'all to do: (Chorus) Light something, burn something, smoke something, roll one. Light something, burn something, roll something, smoke one nigga. Light something, burn something, smoke something, roll one nigga. Light something, burn something, roll something, smoke one nigga [Mystikal talking] Man hit the mutha fucking weed bra. You playin' wit' the mutha fuckin' weed. do do do do at the doe. Hit this bitch. Mutha fucking roll back. Nigga make a roll back. Mouth to the nose, roll back. I smell smoke. Oh, say nigga when you roll the weed up make sho' there ain't no sticks or stems. [Mystikal] Put the fire in the wind, then forget about how you roll Skinny at the end, fat in the middle, long as you smoking Don't worry about how the bitch look, gotta hold in it stick pocking out That ain't nothing pass that bitch, put ya finger over it hit it wit ya' mouth I bet it pull, hit this shit I betchu' get full I don't fuck with that dry, that's good for yo' ass I told ya' that's fire Stick, aloud, expensive, light light green don't touch no brown Ya' can't stand up, ya' eyelids feel about 200 pounds Mouth dry as the fuck, yeah this bitch hea' high as a duck Ready to leave, but can't go nowhere 'cause looks like ya' stuck Now get off the floe' You don't know what you pull so don't try this no me Stop that frontin', and if you can't handle it then give me my dope Nothing but bud, tastein' no seeds Swallow that shit, nigga you wastein' the weed You don't know what I got, nothing but dro' I'm to hold back y'all this about ten time I'm bout to start smokin' (Chorus) [Mystikal talking] Moving in slow motion, moving in slow motion, moving in slow motion, moving in slow motion. I got some more man. That bionic-chronic. Yeah nigga, this the smoking one. fa -sho. Boy just smoke something nigga. And uhhhhh, how many mutha fucking times is y'all nigga gonna be waiting for another verse? Man, when is y'all gonna learn? This the smoke something man. You ain't gotta know all that bra. Know what I'm talkin' about nigga? Smoke something. Smoke something. Smoke something. Yes indeed. |
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Who Alright Who Uh Alright Who I see uhh, y'all don't understand huh Alright But, let me see if I can uhh (who) Make it a lil mo clearer for y'all Can't walk on water or jump over buildings or nothing But I was the first to get ya hurt and get the fuck out rapper So pay attention to what I put on the chalkboard I'm the start of the concrete The lyrical lawnmower You can say this the house I built Off'a shit bitch fuck dat Non filt ba'dat-tat-tat Boom boom boom Your Louisiana number one Zorro of the two boom Get caught Roll thru Hold back Come short Go gold Fall off Fuck dat I told ya I was coming back harder and I meant that shit Yea I mad a couple million dollars last year But I spent that bitch Like martin Luther king ya'll project jealous And ya want me killed Like the white man from town Got me on the scope But I won't stand still Cause I put the haaa-o in da hot sauce And the jaguar with the top off See I started it CHORUS Who, who, who, who, who, who MYSTIKAL! Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright See I started it Who, who, who, who, who, who BIG TRUCK! Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright JIVE RECORDS! Verse 2 And I do not like to promote violence Or diss other artists or nothin' But I'm faithful to gumbo And it's killed to be killed The game Jack knife Cutthroat Let it rip Don't hold back shit Nigga say what ya feel, Fa eva It's graphic and explicit But I be rappin' up in dis bitch That's how I do it when I kick it And who-eva it is that complain Only reason you got somethin' to say if I'm late Cause I'm the only reason you came This is for the grown folks And if you don't like what I'm doin' You can suck my daddy long stroke Been crunk Been trunk tight Those was the school days Gamma Phi Kappa Si If ya stumble They don't see ya nigga Play it off But if they disrespect you Front ya Take they head off So this is what it's come to Don't give a fuck Nigga what Nigga who CHORUS Verse 3 I thought I heard you talkin' shit And you ain't got nothin' out So nigga fuck where you come from Nigga fuck what you talkin' 'bout Heads rolled Less bread I'm talkin' my way Some'o bitch ass nigga with somethin' to say I' on think ya'll know how serious I be And how real I be getting' when I be up in here kickin' dis shit I guess I'mma have to show you Take a picture No sympathy See my face and remember me CHORUS |
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Redman: Yo, I need to wait Mystikal: Tarantula, tarantula, boof!, handle yo' bidness then nigga Redman: Mystikal waddup nigga! Mystikal: Whaa', wassup dog! Method Man: Funk Doctor in this mother-fucker Redman: Right he-eere Method Man: And I'm shitty ass Meth, and we gone do what the fuck we gotta do [Chorus: Mystikal] I get it started for you, I get it started for you Soon as I get'cha cause I know that you was waitin' for me I get it started for you, I get it started for you Soon as I get'cha cause I know that you was waitin' for me [Method Man] Yo, yo, yo.. If school was pussy, I wouldn't miss a day Big John Jay slay around the way, fish fillet Taste the truth, ay' no more lies like Ms. Chilet Keep my kids frost like they was born in east L.A. Told yo' buy yo' weed by the ounce, twins lets bi-dounce That shit they talkin' don't add up, I say what get down Can't stop drop, can't flock, most of all I can't stop Wreck my hand-cuffs and fightin' bullies in the sandbox Method-cal, Mystikal, Oh yeah that's my man Doc' Whoopin' she shoulders, WHA!, hit you with the lamb chop Throw 'em up, slow 'em up, like the wic blow 'em up Chick showin' butt, half of y'all ain't even know nuts Cause I'm, I'm comin' dirty like duzum Come on, like Buzz Lightyear lets get our buzz on The ladies in the club, like "where the dollars at?" They babies be at home like "where my momma at?" [Chorus] [Redman] When the twins track on, you can't talk you bark on it Doc's yo' walf on it, sometimes get lost on it America's Most No Time a Car woman Timberland's and Nike Air's in the fog runnin' We job huntin', with no I.D.'s Plus my coke carry all the minerals I need I'ma flow top speed, my crew fight it out like in-door hot beat, it's war when I bleed Sugar come here, throw that ass in the air I leave blood guts and, broken glass everywhere I write with "bear" hands, but I'm a gorrilla Broke out the zoo, with Mystikal and my nigga Fuck y'all for wrong me, I'm inside of a Ridder With fat chicks arguing, Who's body is bigger? I'ma get my smoke on, I'ma get my freak on Rims get they poke on, here's some more dope to choke on [Mystikal] I get it started for you, Soon as I get'cha cause I know that you was waitin' for me, I know that you was waitin' for me So when you come you better, have your fuckin' back cause You know it could get ugly for me, you know it could get ugly for me I tried to tell you but your ass didn't want to listen so bitch Now I got to show you somethin', now I got to show you somethin' It's capital M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L you mother-fucker, L you mother-fuckcer No pussy my temple band, no weed or my nerves shot, no money no concert concert You don't get no deposit back, man these niggas can handle that who in the fuck is you playin' wit', playin' wit' I'm sorry it can't change, you probably can't hang the sounds I like James, HEY! I rap fast and kick ass, and kiss my ass Mystikal, Redman, Method Man, nigga Yeaaaaaah! [Chorus 2x] [Mystikal] Whoo! Freestyle session nigga I'm jumpin' the mother-fuckin' south if you ain't hype, bitch |
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[Mystikal] I was at the mall, and this girl passed me by so I like her booty she said hey boy That's when I made my move I jammed up and jammed re-over there by the baby shoe I said you got a chiled huh She said yeah he live in Bogaluga out there by my momma Give me yo' number and I hit you when I make it home And after I take a bath I'll catch up wit'chu later on That's exactly what I did We went to the movies got some eatin' back to the crib Being a man you know I'm thinkin' about hittin' somethin' She said this you nice but this the first date you ain't gettin' nothin' That's alright cause I respect your mind It ain't no rush cause I'mma get you next time We ain't got no beef, we ain't got no quarrel You likin' me tonight, but you gone lovin' me tomorrow [Hook: P. Williams] I said go 'head, go 'head and move it baby You've got 'em watchin', go 'head and do it honey You've got 'em comin' now, you've got me watchin' baby So don't you stop it baby, you got me so.. [Mystikal] Must be my baby cause I seen her everyday this week And when we made love you know we went meat to meat I think I'm headed for a Love Jones This one hear supposed to be a jam not a love song Girl you got me humpin' and don't ask me what I'm doin' cause I'm thinkin' 'bout my pumpin' They call her pumpkin' cause she workin' with somethin' I call her bia' cause she carryin' my youngin' I made her Cavalier a Navigator, and put baby momma on a Jaguar bling I for you and me for me She built like a stripper I don't need to cheat And when it's late she's always inside Under the cover behind her cuddled up wit' her And since we met you been the love of my life We ain't married but we call eachother husband and wife [Hook] [Mystikal] We always home and all we do is laugh together Even watchin' T.V. takin' baths together Went through the sunny and the nasty weather My feelin' short so I ain't have to tell ya' And I would never try and use you I care too much to hurt you, and need you too much to lose you We have mo' babies than my cousin' Weebie I'm goin' be yo' King Tut you goin' be my Nefa Teenie Tell me what you say to that I be coming home from work sayin' where my ol' lady at And you come runnin' from the back room And you know how much I love to see you when you wear a cat suit Now give me what I want want I say where them trishes at I took 'em by the mall mall You make me feel like a man, cause you can't get enough Girl you got it you got it bad [Hook 2x] [P. Williams (Mystikal)] I said go 'head, (move it) You've got 'em watchin' You've got 'em comin' now (watch it) So don't you stop it baby (stop it) |
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The Return
This one here (The Return), this for my dirty disco dancin', low-down, no good mutha fuckas (the braided-up pimp is back) The return of the shit-talker The lyrical explicit content The original mutha fucker I rip the surf, I hit the worst like brass knuckles (damn) Give em crushes, bust ass and smash records I live it how I talk it I bring it how I feel it This my spot 'cause I done marked it I show the teeth between waitin' and eatin' Bitch, I stay aggressive like it's matin' season I'm hot, you gotta put me where I belong On top, I'm guaranteed to fuck up everything I get on You lovin' everything I put out I keep it real do what you lin-ike in the riz-ep in the sin-outh! Hoes say, "Ooh, he a donkey!" And baby you gon' find out when I hit you with that Raunchy Don't let me put you in that V-90 You want this kinda fuckin', bitch it's just fine [Hook] It's my turn! SHIT! It's my time Watch out there now You fuckin' with my groove (it's the return) The braided up pimp is back It's safe to say I'm old school (way back) I went from 4-track to the A-DAT And from A-DAT to the Pro-Tools Dreamin' of layin' that hot shit Now what would make you think that I ain't the man Playin' hit, bit, don't quit, 'cause you know you not it Ain't my family, tell ya, I can't complain Tighter or hype they can't half bang Even appeal to older people, they say, "Oh, yeah, he bad!" I still be jammin' off the last one I said, "Where you get that, Pops?" He said, "I stole it from my grandson" Now you know me when I step through They say, "Son, I got yo record. Ain't you James Brown's nephew" (heeey!) I keep 'em movin', leave 'em thinkin' I'm wrestled and respected like Aretha Franklin (all I'm askin') All nigga, part-time lover (BANG!) It's my turn, watch out there mutha fucker [Hook] 'Cause then when that I rock the beat, now I can need influence I'm fire, fire, off the hook, Michael Tyler, how you doin' Take that out and leave me on Kerry, Ves, Stevie, Jack, Beezy Boy, DJ Ron So, when they ask you, you can tell it Already signed Shonnie and Maxminelli They fuckin' with the Belly Boys fo sho The Guillotine, O.G. Bone, and the rest of them Oh, yeah, King Yella, that's my nizzle Oh, that's my brother Reesy and my brother be |
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