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Mystikal - Murderer Lyrics

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Chorus (Mystikal & Insane): repeat 2X
 
(Insane) Guns murder niggas at night....
(Mystikal) Man, niggas even kill niggas at night
(Insane) Cops murder niggas at night...
(Mystikal) I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine!!!
 
(Mystikal)
Motherfuckin murderer....shot my fuckin brother
But when I find him, I'm gone GET THAT MOTHERFUCKER!
He playin the role of one them niggas that's always talkin noise
Runnin INSIDE, talkin that shit, front of his fuckin boys
Fuck that, I'm lockin that bolt back
Loadin that gat, here that glock come, (gunshot)
Out'cha fuckin' head... standin on the corner
I'm peepin on ya, so I CAN CREEP UP ON YA!!!!
Calmin my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick em in my mind
You want it? Fine, I DONE REACHED FOR THAT NINE
I'm gone do you in
I'm tellin ya bitch you gone have to get up quick
And hit the bricks before I do you in
Two of your boys spied me comin
Them coward-hearted niggas started runnin
But not you though, you gots to play the hard role
Stop playin it up like a bone, BITCH I KNOW YOU ARE
Talkin head gonna put you on your deathbed
Just cuz you got a gat, that's just why you actin brave
Got a gat I got a GLOCK, what'cha gone do?
Handle your business, DON'T LET YOUR BUSINESS HANDLE YOU!
 
Chorus
 
(Mystikal)
Pull your shirt down bitch
I know you got a gat, but I ain't scared bout that bullshit
It don't matter how many fuckin guns you got
The only thing that MATTER, is a nigga, to get the first shot
Cuz if I peep, that ass is fallin to the street
Bitch retreat or that ass is deeeeeeead meat
Smack your teeth, but I'ma knock you off your fuckin feet
They gone pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete street
When N.O. meet, who gives a fuck about a poor neat scene?
We got beef, so I'ma shoot'cha like a FAKE BITCH
Let you know just who you fuckin' with
But I ain't that type of nigga
That's liable to shoot you over no DUMB SHIT!
If I'ma pop ya, I'ma pop ya for just cause
You talk too much shit PLUS, you popped one of my boys
Gankin niggas I'm gettin downright SCANDOLOUS!!!!
(gunfire) YOU CAN'T HANDLE THIS!!!!
So when you're out bitch, move or I won't step
Cuz if I catch'cha I'ma drill ya in your fuckin chest
I ain't gone gone ride by and pop, cause I might miss
I'ma walk up to your FACE, Pop POINT BLANK BITCH!!!
That's what you get, from out there tryin to go act bad
Not even BRUCE LEE, could whoop a bullet ass
Got'cha, come, get this ass whoopin
If you bringing them niggas with ya, that's nothin
I'm poppin' the clip in
Nigga fetcher, satisfied when you're on the stretcher
You might run but I'ma CATCH 'EM!!!!
 
Chorus
 
(Mystikal)
(Yo nigga you caught that bitch yet?)
FUCK NO! I ain't caught that bitch yet
I done been through every scandalous sight, and every project
But I bet'cha, when I stop, runnin behind em
Get up, pack my shit and I'll STOP, and then I'll fuckin find him
Yo dumb ass in the street
Fuck that shit, cuz I'ma catch your ass this week
Monday, a one day when you go play (alot of gunfire), goes the A.K.
Sprayin on his ass like a roach, and if I approach, too late to duck hoe
Drop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curse
How in the fuck you gone duck a twelve round burst?
Hammin at that ass on Tuesday, put up the nine
Go get the A.K.
Bitch if I catch you in the mall Wednesday
That's the day that ass fall
Then it might be Thursday, three round burst day
The day I'm blood thirsty
Fuck that, wait til FRIDAY, PAYDAY!!!!
Shoot'cha in your face and take your money, J
Now wait til the weekend, heh, yeah
Saturday, that's the day you go CREEPIN
But you better be watchin your back cuz I'm sneakin (door noise)
Waitin for my chance to do your ass in
I don't give a fuck if it's on Sunday
God gone have to forgive me, cuz I'ma shoot'cha in your head nigga
 
Chorus
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Mystikal - Jump Lyrics

Mystikal - Jump Video

(*Mystikal's human door opening*)
Poof, oh no not you, fuckin right bitch
Uhh, what uhh poof, fuck, jump round jump
C'mon jump, jump jump round, jump jump
I ain't got no mo ass left BITCH I rapped it off
You just ain't gonna have no more head after I snatch it off
What in the fuck is you thinkin?
You can't do shit if you stankin!!!
Keep on thankin if I say it then it's done
I give a fuck what you bringin
Cuz my dick still gon' be swangin
You here those fuckin choppers cuttin niggas, run nigga!!!
Hike nigga, hut one, nigga want some?!
Ain't nuttin to fuck ya up, representin where I come from
Fronts and brown blunts, you oughta get down some
Recognize a fuckin killa when you be around 'em
Valiums and speed but we don't do weed
Steroids and alcohol, still a fuckin athlete
Cock strong with my jock strap on with the time clock
Bout to run the rock home
Yo' ace boom coon in the hole in the clutch
In the pocket on the field, without gettin touched!!!!
 
Chorus 2x: Uh oh here I come, here I go,uh oh, jump round jump!!!
Watcha wanna do?!
Watcha gonna do?!
Let me know girl, jump, jump!!!
 
You get tackled by the style I'm usin
I got all of my adversaries cruisin for a brusin with contusions
Cuts and lacerations, broken bones, and open sores
Ripped spleens, sprained ankles, and broken nose
I'ma bust the microphones I rip on
I step on the stage and get my grip on
That's when you get stiff armed
It's on and I'm the shit homes!!!!
I fucked around and lost count of bitches I put the dick on
My alter-ego and its cool when I talk to P
They fuckin call me the home-town hero
I'm the center of attention, topic of the discussion
It's understood they already know without me sayin nothin
It's been like that since these niggas been down here wearin badges
I'm off the heezy, I'm the reason for this pimp rap!!
So stuck on myself sometimes it's like I ain't got no mind
I say fuck it dawg and go for the crowd like the goal line!!
 
Chorus
 
Nigga you just like ten yards, always the first down
Be the first motherfucker off the bus but be the last nigga to clown
Ol' sometime ass nigga ol' fake regular regular,
Everyday common-ass no drama-ass nigga
I keep these niggas sippin on super dick and advil
Punishin they motherfuckin ass and keepin it dat real
Ain't nothin you can do to keep a nigga off the score board
It's fourth and four FUCKIN RIGHT I'M GOIN FOR IT!!!
 
Chorus:4x
 
Jump, round, jump
Jump, Jump
Jump, round, jump
Watcha wanna do?!
Watcha gonna do?!
LET ME KNOW GIRL, JUMP, JUMP!!!
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Mystikal - The Man Right 'chea Lyrics

Mystikal - The Man Right 'chea Video

Uh oh, whutcha want whutcha gon do nigga
It's the man right chea
I know y'all nigga ain't fuckin wit me, you lookin for me
 
If you gonna be down with me
Be all the way down with me, or get from around me
You see what I'm doin but don't like it
Even though everybody and their moms is bout it bout it
Our concerts crowded, crowding used to be down but now you doubt it
You fuckin playa hatin cowards! we real over here
We buildin the no limit mountain
2 million records and countin
So how the fuck is you soundin
Nothin but legends, two multimillionaires rhymin
Soundscan be astounded
We sellin, y'all drownin
Black owned and clownin
Cds across the counter
Told y'all I was gonna do it
But you didn't wanna see
Wasn't worried about a nigga
Till I was leavin
Come here, let me show you the difference between a man and a ho
It's the man right chea, oh you lookin for me
Here I go!
Whutchu want do nigga
It's the man right chea
 
Chastise and brutalizing, stop 'em from dissin
If I'm in it I own it, put the keys in ignition
I hope your seatbelts get fastened
I'm known for massive harassing
Havin to snatch your ass off the mic
Grab ya and slap ya
Psh come here, psh shut up
I know you ain't gonna do it no more
You sayin my name you must be lookin for me
Here I go!
Whutchu whutchu want do
Whutchu gonna do
We can do it whenever however you want to
Entrepreneur soldier guns galore
Watch em burn bitch burn like a flame thrower
Rock it all sharp as a bull's horn
Long, strong as a python, whores they get they fight on
Soon as I cut my mic on
Niggas getting humped or stumped
Fumbling mcs I crumble
Come through like the reaper
So deadly you don't wanna rumble
That's right don't panic, mystikal the mechanic
Sank you like a torpedo gigantic as the titanic
Rhymes I'm hummin keep hummin
I'ma keep comin
Grabbin ya woman
But the drummer still drummin
Hard hitter, bullshitter, head splitter when bitter
Assassinate a rookie killa
Like adolph hitler
A mandingo warrior
Opponents get crushed
I'm too cruel to be moved
Too fuckin much to be touched
Got em danglin and janglin
To that shit when they hear this
Fight me like a viking, bitch I'm tragic like a terrorist
You think you don't like it but I have yet to begin
You'd rather be my enemy cause i'ma deadly friend
So stay the fuck from around me do I make myself clear
Unless you lookin for the man
Cause the man right chea
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Mystikal - Ghetto Child Lyrics

Mystikal - Ghetto Child Video

(Master P)
It's crazy out here (uhhhhhhh)
Yo mama I'm tryin to keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?)
 
Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
 
(Chorus)
Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
 
I feel like a bird nigga with no wings
I'm stuck in this ghetto trying to have a little change
My homies killing up each other cause we gotta eat
And I ain't tripping cause I'm running from the police
I done seen little kids in the projects starving
I done seen more hoes messing then Marvin
See in the ghetto the sun it barely shines
But so many niggas in jail and the welfare lines
And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country
Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money
And the media starting east and west coast wars
I'm from the south, where they prejudice on us all
Come out of the powdered milk and eggs don't fill us up
But why the government sold us drugs and charges to clean us up
Gave us three halves and high interest student loans
Four dollar minimum wage and section eight, we call it home
 
Chorus x2
 
(Mystikal)
It's real when you can do whatever you want to do
When you want to do it
Ain't to many niggas out there living like that
That's why the rest of you niggas aint never gone through it
How many niggas in the pen
How many niggas in the cemetary don't know why?
How many strikes y'all niggas need
How many innocent children in the ghetto got to lose their lives?
WHY!!!! Why you gotta make your momma cry?
HUH!!!! She take you out of the street
Cause that's where you gonna die
But you don't listen cause your mind is one track
And your head is hard
And your getting flipped, and your talking back
Showing your ass actin straight up of the wall
Let me talk to y'all, don't think it's too hard to fall
But that's far and all
I done saw it all, it's cool when it started off
Now niggas duckin bullets like dodge-a-ball
Niggas got me scared to plant my seeds, fear of how high it's gonna grow
Living in a messed up world, in a messed up time
I'm telling ya, you can't do shit no more!
It's bigger than us, it's out of our hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water
It's your world, but where's your children
Your sons and your daughters
We struggling, trying to get out of the ghetto
And Compton trying to make it to mars!!!
 
Chorus x2
 
(Silkk The Shocker)
Dear mama pray for your son, hoping I can make it through this game
Wishing I can change, I've been through so much
Seen so many things, couldn't find the words to explain
The only way to avoid stress is to get high, by drinking hennessey but I
But I can't get too high, cause I gotta keep my eyes on my enemies
I've seen harder times, but there gonna be some harder days
Penetentary close, but you know what? Cemeteries aint that far away
Before I die I'm trying to make the whole world feel
Like our people scared to stand there
The way we express ourself, they think that we all some killers
But look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street
Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the police
See now my life aint been the same nigga, life as a thug
If I had to draw a picture of my life
I have to paint my picture in blood
Closest homie died, before he die little cousin told me this
Get you something cause cemetaries
Packed full of niggas who had dreams to be rich
So keep your head up, to all my ghetto children it was hard
To tell my family one day I was gonna grow up to make millions
When I told them, they seemed to laugh at my so called dream
I like to scream when I came home from jail
When I was told best friend turned into a fiend
I aint gonna lie, my conscience aint clear, when I close my eyes
Of course you gotta realize, god forgive me, I'm just trying to survive
They cut welfare and health care, that shit gotta stop
I got a positive note, my auntie having a baby
Congratulations, she on rocks
 
Chorus 2X
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Mystikal - Big Truck Driver Lyrics

Mystikal - Big Truck Driver Video

(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 sped the corner with my brand new toy
I got a bark in they call, talkin' 'bout
They wishin' I'd 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 'rice in a mother-fucking 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 'round 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 - Big Truck Boys Lyrics

Mystikal - Big Truck Boys Video

(Chorus 2x)
Buckle Up Boy
Dont Give a fuck boy
Here The Gillatine
Big Ryders With The rest of the Big Trunk boys
Leather Shit With the Big Chrome Boy
Hit 'em with flat double barrel Big strung Boy
 
(Mystikal)
Dont Get Caught Up with my big truck boy
Fuck Up Doggg!!
Respect My Line And Keep my shit clean
Aint Gone Let The Big Buck Fall
White On Black Tinted Windows
With the big black dog
Nigga Slippin Bitches
Toten
Trying To Get Knocked Off
Its With the corna Shit
Sidewalk
3 6 Hard
Aint No Mutha Fucka know whats on my old man log
From Yall with the paint balls Horrible Dogs
Ten hut but i can pay for it fog fog
Somebody follin me in my rear view
And it probaly them lawerys
Thinkin im slanging that powder
But I aint bout to cop no charge
Thats the pt crosier Double R no job
But i aint got no time im bout to ride to the frayer
Hope they dont bring my shit back cause he aint to far
If they take my shit strait over to buisness for war
Im talkin better you got the yak yay
I said i aint got the day
I said you strait
Yes im on my way with my shit
THATS what i did broke off head
Show me whats up thats what i said
Hot curds front light in the streets
Wodie wanted every small car 5 10 east
 
(Chorus 2x)
 
(Mystikal)
Tellin a motha fucka to strada
Talk on the phone drinks grada
State troopers can kiss my ass
The rest of you Bitches gone eat my dust
Hit the city limit Lyrics start
Yellin thats my truck
Pull Up the red light
Tring to watch which nigga bone get back bra
Packin towla gone rollin through town
Catch up with the fella
With drug dealls hooka's and stella's
Better watch out for car jackers
Some of the bitchs ass niggas jelouse
Betta lock you tower girl
They comin to get yo need devoloped
Uptown hot be serivin like they be slappin round nigga's
Them nigga got a gillatin in they navigator
On the back niggas standin dancin
Keepin this nigga on the nextel wont even awnser
Some white nigga tryin to be like a snake
Dont even know whats happening
 
(Chorus 2x)
 
(Mystikal)
Belive me niggas on 18 & 19
20 up tinted up piped up
Tank up filled up grilled up loaded siked up
Hyped up iced up polo striped up might up
They want fresh cuts they rush all like big trucks
Big house big car big dogs like big stuff
Big piano pig feet pig smoked hut hut hut
I like the to let the sun roof to let the wind blow my hair
I tured on 5th avenue boom! there them nigga's go right there
Lookin at all them guns will do harm to yo eye balls
These niggas live you might not see can the side walk
Showing off with some thing mystikal
Drip drop
He aught know being a dog he gone tag it
Looking like he gone charge at me cut
Nigga drinkin taboscian mixed with wine
Put it 1 i put em with a cat fish
Dangrous niggas having fun
Holling at q we got a show in florida
Here we come
 
(Chorus till fade)
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Mystikal - There He Go Lyrics

Mystikal - There He Go Video

Whatcha gone do, Whatcha gone do nigga huh?
 
There He Go, There He Go, There He Go
(GET THAT MOTHER FUCKER) 7X's
 
(Mystikal)
If you gone be down be down stay down
Get the fuck from round me.
Nigga let me know if you got some type of fuckin' problem
We can solve it, wash it up and dissolve it
Up the pistol lay it down on the carpet.
I aint come here for no fuckery don't fuck with me
Niggaz sly be ducking like PAC cause I'm a hoodlum like Skull Duggery
You cant get enough of me
Don't worry bout the pain bitch cause you gone die sudden
They be playin TAPS for yo ass at reveille
You aint gone need no do not disturb cause you gone sleep heavenly.
I'm reminess bout my baby, then I wipe my tear.
Plottin revenge on one of these bitch ass nigga out chea.
I done lost it; I done surpassed mad
I can't keep still cause my nerves are bad.
I punch the brick wall with my balled up fist
I know I can't rest till I CATCH THAT BITCH!!!
 
There He Go, There He Go, There He Go
(GET THAT MOTHER FUCKER) 8x's
 
(Mystikal)
There He Go, There He Go Wit his ol' lady
Deck out hands down back turned like its all gravy.
Why nigga now BYE BYE nigga took a long
But i got that nigga fine.
And yall gon have to forgive me.
This Nigga here can cancel New Years
Cause he aint even much gone live to see Christmas.
Wrong! Wrong!!
Nigga get yah issue.
I was beatin up his kidney with this motherfuckin 50.
A job well done make dick get hard.
I bagged that bitch with the pistol then I walked the fuck off.
Huh. What goes around comes around my nigga.
So why I'm still here I'mma hold down my nigga.
This for the Gangstas and Killas, Drug Dealers and Wig Splitters.
This for my niggas Locked down and all the niggas that feel us.
This for the Projects and Ghettos with the scatter sight.
And every street nigga thats duckin' them flash lights.
 
There He Go, There He Go, There He Go
(GET THAT MOTHER FUCKER) 8x's
 
(Guilotine)
Hum yah ahh this Guilotine bitch.
Father Foolishness I'm still here what about yo self?
You still runnin' nigga. Cause we lookin for yah.
Bitch you must believe that a nigga lookin' for yah.
So keep Runnin, cause we still comin' as long as you runnin'
We gone make money so fuck everything you stand for nigga.
Father foolishness.
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Mystikal - Pussy Crook Lyrics

Mystikal - Pussy Crook Video

(Officer)
Callin all cars, callin all cars
Be on the look out for a pussy vandalism. Over...
A pussy bandit
Suspect is known in many states for dickin yo woman. Over...
He is dangerous, be on the look out
 
(Mystikal)
I knock the muthafuckin pussy off the hook
Huh, I take the face off the rapper fuckin with the punch master
The tight line sharp shooter, the handsome assassin
Cuss word expert
You don't know nothing bout this
Come on mamma and get cha something braid it up pimpin
I make a shy cryin bitch start strippin
Take it off Put cha legs up, see if I can touch your kidneys
Fuck it fuck it suck it suck it
200 dollars, bitch that ain't nothing (hurry up and buy)
Show me what cha working wit
But if ya pussy smellin shrimpy Ho, get yo fuckin shirt and shit
Somebody better stop her, she runnin round this bitch
Her pussy smellin like Red Lobster
That's the type of Bitch ya don't touch
Some hoes you can look at but the rest don't Fuck!
 
(Hook)
Dick don't fail me now (huh huh)
I knock the coochie lining out (thats right)
If I hit it one time ya hooked (and thats it)
They call me the pussy crook (give it up)
 
Dick don't fail me now (huh huh)
I knock the coochie lining out (thats right)
If I hit it one time ya hooked (and thats it)
They call me the pussy crook (break ya self)
 
(Verse 2)
Somebody tell me the woman complaining talking bout I'm too sexual
But leave me alone with her, betcha I could sex the hoe
Fuck you like I ate my vegetables
Knock it down for an hour and a half and still got dick left the door
The MAN RIGHT CHEA!!!!
Fuck you on the floor and still shake the chandelier
I got it caught again somewhere
Stop that fuckin runnin and bring that ass over here
Bitch drop your drawers
Take that role
Work that pole
What you doin after 2 AM? In the Horetel
Gotta give ya whatcha came for
Waste hittin wash it off then face hittin manojetwas I stay getting
If you can't work it then don't flirt
If you got them little bitty titties don't raise yo shirt
I sort em out and some ain't stayin
Take them fuckin thongs off I'm commin with no plan
I cut cha up when I'm climmin on ya
Throw it at cha like I'm a phenomenon
 
(Hook)
Dick don't fail me now (huh huh)
I knock the coochie lining out (thats right)
If I hit it one time ya hooked (and thats it)
They call me the pussy crook (give it up)
 
Dick don't fail me now (huh huh)
I knock the coochie lining out (thas right)
If I hit it one time ya hooked (and thas it)
They call me the pussy crook (break ya self)
 
(Verse 3)
What the fuck you mean your period girl you can't gimme no lovin?
Shit, it's time for Funky fire boo hole pluggin
She said I never done that stuff
I said Well let me talk you through it, get the KY jelly
Put a hump in yo back baby quit movin yo leg get loose and relax lady
She was actin all timid
But the next thing you know she was humpin back wit me
I was all the way up in that ass
I was hard like a horse she still wanted to do it fast
2 hours and no part, still talking bout DON'T STOP, OHHH LORD
 
(Hook: (repeat 2x))
Dick don't fail me now (huh huh)
I knock the coochie lining out (thats right
If I hit it one time ya hooked (and thats it)
They call me the pussy crook (give it up)
 
Dick don't fail me now (huh huh)
I knock the coochie lining out (thats right)
If I hit it one time ya hooked (and thats it)
They call me the pussy crook (break ya self)
 
(Officer)
Callin all cars, callin all cars, suspect last seen
Headed east on I-10 toward New Orleans. Over...
Be advised he is armed with dick, and striking good looks. Over...
The suspect is in a big truck excursion or escalade or something
Shit he is in a big truck. Be on the look out leave all pussy inside
 
(Mystikal)
Gimmie this motherfuckin money. Yall motherfuckers ain't go never catch me
The only thing yall gone catch is this DICK!! You motherfucker
This a motherfuckin nother KLC SMASH!! You motherfucker
Mystikal medicine Man Big truck nigga. Over...
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Mystikal - If It Ain't Live, It Ain't Me Lyrics

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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 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
 
(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
Take my time with it if it takes me sun-up to midnight
 
(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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Mystikal - Tarantula Lyrics

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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 - Still Smokin' Lyrics

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Still smokin' bud, still smokin' weed
King Edward, Philly Blunt, Swisha, keep groovin', Tampa Sweet, good ol'
Optimo, easy water, joker
 
My lips get black and my fingertips burn and my eyes half way open
Cough Cough and I'm chokin'
But bitch I'm Still Smokin!
I wanna be puffin' this like I ain't be worryin' bout nothin'
If you go get the cigar
Nigga I'll do the stuffin'
I roll 'em swoll like broken arms
But I sure hate when they come around this bitch
I don't know talkin' bout
What ya'll smokin' on cause
Niggas like that we call 'em Hoovers
They try to get cool with ya
To smoke your weed up
Is what they do you
Puff puff, puff puff puff, Godammit
Nigga you ain't chip in on shit in here
Bitch what's happenin'
But if you did then it's good and it's goin' down
Get rid of them nickels and them dimes
Bitch we blowin' pounds
Tenth through 11th to the 12th ward bound
But P said one of my niggas I heard somebody say
One Time
But I paid it no mind and I kept rollin'
But that was the Po-Pos
I gotta get rid of this fat ass Optimo that I'm holdin'
Accelerate and I made that left on line center
I hit that bitch one more time
Then I threw it out the window
Young niggas in a big white truck
You know whats up
They're lookin' to catch you fuckin' up
It just so happened that I was hot
They looked in the back on the floor
In the silver can and they found the pot
I can't believe that I got popped
It took me 2 hours and 1500 dollars
To get unlocked
Straight from jail to the weed spot
Shit I took that as a minor setback
Hell no I ain't stop
And I'm...
 
Still smokin' bud
Still smokin' weed
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Mystikal - Here I Go Lyrics

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What you what you gon do
What you gon uh
 
What you what you gon do nigga?
 
What you what you want what you gon do nigga
 
HERE I GO!!!
HERE I GO!!!
HERE I GO!!!
HERE I GO!!!
HERE I GO!!!
 
I, know y'all niggaz ain't fuckin wit me cuz I cant fuck wit my damn self
 
HERE I GO!!!
 
I, know y'all niggaz ain't fuckin wit me cuz I can't fuck wit my damn self
 
HERE I GO!!!
 
DA MAN RIGHT CHEA!!!
(da man right chea)
Da Man
Da Man Right Chea
 
Mister man right chea!
 
HERE I GO!!!
HERE I GO!!!
 
Y'all muthafukkaz betta get ready to rumble!!
Get in da line like a conga
Plastic like plumbin
Spicy like gumbo
Y'ALL MUTHAFUKKAZ AINT READY!!!!
Hey to dem boyz
Get at dem bitches and cut dey ass
As sharp as a machetti
Dope I dont, herbs I do,
You bitches probably couldnt see me wit a birds eye view
Ooh,
It's alive, finna make yo head spin
Stop walkin da one way to a fukkin dead end
Bitch ya yellow, coward-hearted
Gotta erase dem boys
Get da gas and he can go
Get this fukkin fire started
Yo heart jump like a base line bump
You bad enough to meet the alligator in the swamp
 
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
 
Da Man Right Chea!!
 
I, know y'all niggaz aint fukkin wit me cuz i cant fukk wit my damn self
 
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh,
 
What you muthafuckas know bout rappin?
(what you muthafuckas know bout rappin?)
Who Put you on the map?
(who put you on the fuckin map?)
 
I, know y'all niggaz aint fukkin wit me cuz I cant fukk wit my damn self
(my damn self)
 
HERE I GO!!
 
DA MAN RIGHT CHEA!
(somebody said that you wuz lookin for me!)
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
 
Uh, Uh,
 
Damn,
(somebody said that you was lookin for me)
Uh,
(uh)
Uh,
All right
(what you be doin, what you be doin?)
 
Rhyme slayin,
Straight, suckaz Im slayin
Hoes Im layin
Niggaz can't barely stand
I got em layin and prayin
The man (....?....)
Ask them hoez, I aint playin wit em
Wanna get beef,
I haveta turn my cheek
Cock back like like mad max
And knock out one of dem fuckin teeth
Im a mean, gene machine
The exocutioner, be appeased wit gillotine
My lifestyle is rural
I'll hit on ya poodle
After disaster, have ya sippin on chicken noodle
Get ya ass in gear and,
Gettin fucked while ya winnin
Im the shark in the dark, Bitch at night dont go swimmin
Cuz if you do you doomed
(...?...) I'll be da king of da looney toons
Sweatin and gaspin,
Im a massive assasin
All this smashin and smashin
Kickin ass wit a passion
Mystikal's on a role
Jus that cold
(ice cold)
Anotha nigga couldnt touch me wit a flagpole
Wanna fight Iron Mike
But ya too damn light
Like a knife,
I'll rip ya from ya ass to ya appetite
Gangsta
(...?...)
Fuck a (?) I'm the foreign minister
Don't brag fast
Wanna battle? BRING A BODY BAG!!
I'm gonna need it, to carry yo stupid ass
I observe, Time to serve
Rhymes I heard
Like words of King George III
I proceed, to mislead
The sweet hoes i cheated
Devour like its sour like Johnny Appleseed
I intrude,
Hoes call me rude
Bitch I'm smooth,
Whatch ya fuckin attitude
Blast from the past
Curse like I'm mad
I'm like a black cat
On the trail of a fat rat!
You finna overdose and choke off these rhymes I wrote
 
(somebody said that you wuz lookin for me!!)
 
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
HERE I GO!
 
DA MAN RIGHT CHEA!!!
 
Im comin straight for yo throat,
Like a coyote on a goat
Nobody know,
You sweatin me like a hoe
Be no,
You hoe
Cannot find a antidote
Cuz when i start to float
Murder he wrote
Huff puff and bluff
Come touch this rough stuff
And get cuffed
Snuffed buffed and scuffed
You can't hit this
Get with this no witness
I'm bad to da bone, I'll fuck you up with the quickness
I paid my dues
I'm bad news to fools
I choose you lose
Fuck you fools
I wreck Boo-Coo crews
Wit the words i use
I'm bout to be feelin like ZZ hill cuz im screamin and screamin and singin the blues
You be (...?...)
I never bled in battle, I refuse to lose
You can bring ya whole posse, bitch I still wont lose
I'll stomp ya whole staff,
You must want a bloodbath,
Fuckin riff-raff
Break you in half
And laugh
Then snap and served you
I (..?..) and heard you
Think about dem words you heard
You fuckin nerd
You tried to probably rob me
Dodge me
Fuckin fightin makin money on my hobby
Freezin degrees
Run em up, shut em up, buttered em up
What up?
Wanna fight? bitch, put em up
How dat sound?
Come get knocked down
Bolos I throw bitch you won't last no round
I bet let's see
What we can fuck wit next
Step dat ass in the ring
(ding)
And I'mma jab it and jet
Cuz I am the baddest black prince of the south
If you run up, you'll get knocked the fuck out!!!
Pound for pound, blow for blow
We can go
Into the ring
Ass whoopin
 
HERE I GO!!!
HERE I GO!!!
HERE I GO!!!
 
Da man right chea!
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