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Mystikal
Why.., why why why why
Cause I keep bangin' y'all mother-fkin ass, with this s**t
If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigg* 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, c*ck back don't miss
Y'all ain't goin' believe this
Got the preacher's wife talkin' bout rock that s**t!
All they do is say the mans name
You watch how many girls start comin', it's a d*mn shame
They know I got the wood for 'em
If they in the hotel room and get the d*ck, that's good for 'em
Big p*ssy and it's soft d*ck time, b*tch 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
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If it ain't live, it aint me
Oh nigg* 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 nigg* 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 s**t tight
Got another album and contract b*tch get right
Form a crowd like a fist fight
Take my time with it if it takes me sun-up to midnight
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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 s**t 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
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