Текст (слова) песни: Mystikal - Yall Aint Ready Yet

(precise)

Man, them niggas cant fuck with you, man, fuck them niggas man!

(mystikal)

I know, i, i, I know

I know yall niggaz cant fuck with me cause I cant

Fuck with my damn self

I know, I know yall niggaz cant fuck with me i

I know yall niggaz...

Ungh, got-damn it took a nigga

Thirteen motherfucking years through this shit

Bruh, I been rappin since la-di-da-di some fucking where

I know yall niggaz I know yall niggaz I know yall niggaz

Aw shit, its on nigga

Chorus:

Im still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health

I know yall niggaz cant fuck with me cause I cant fuck with my damn self

When mystikal hits the door (door closing sound)

See cant nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do

I know yall niggaz cant fuck with me and they cant but they try to

Some niggaz just need to be warned

Its 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 aint 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

Im runnin these niggaz to the jets

To the hills, to the back of the tracks

A-a-ask them hos, did I do that?

Im coming boisterous with 5 million switches

Im the man with single and double and triple

And four five six time them bitches

Im the nigga with the go head, fuckin your bitch up in your bed

Standin 5 foot leven dick crooked like a roach leg

Much bone and I dont fail a test

Little nigga fuck hos both sides of the river

I cant be fucked with, you cant touch this better grab hold

Bitch Im so cold Im 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

Im 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 yall aint ready though!

Chorus 2x

(precise)

So mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style?

I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a rambo spear

See yall can stop lookin at another nigga

Face cause bitch the man right here

You nigga didnt think that I could swing mine

Bitch Im doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I aint lying)

Talking behind my back dont make me no nevermind

Cause all you can say is Im smarter than einstein

Im fire like cayenne!

Youll never catch me cause Im swift as a hyena

Gimme the chance Ill rock the lakefront arena

Like teena marie be rockin tipitinas (damn gina)

Tall dark strong long and lean aint nobody comin cleaner

Its 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 Im the man

Bitch Im colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan

I got no love for no b-i-e-otch

Matter facts been that way since I was wearin osh kosh bgosh

But yet yall steadily trying to squab bout me

When I come in this door the only thing yall can do is talk about me

Better get some business about yourself thats what you better do

Matter fact Im a tell you mother fuckers three things Im a never do

One : never gonna change my style

Two: never gonna bounce, three: never gonna bow

Im 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 cant 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 wont leave me alone

Im not that thug and Im not that ruggish but I do pack bone

Black prince of the south thats my title

Bitch Im whoo chka ckha oooooww! bad like michael

Im throwin rhymes at a steady flow

(inhaling) whoo there they go yall niggaz aint ready yo

Chorus

Bitch I pimp hos instead of an army petty shit it dont harm me

Bitch Im entertaining like cedric and Im mac like bernie

Im black like menace and Im g like slimm

Im sporty like t and Im smooth like tim

I can click just like the boot camp but Im conscious like daughter

Bitch Im insane but um, you still be wantin

To claim that Im your partner

Im down just like bust plus Im ice just like mike

And Im the living lyrical miracle Im just ice like precise

Im the invisible man you blind you cant see shit

Picture I got more bitches on my dick than bitches at freaknik

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Ungh, got-damn it took a nigga Thirteen motherfucking years through this shit Bruh, I been rappin since la-di-da-di some fucking where I know yall niggaz I know yall niggaz I know yall niggaz Aw shit, its on nigga Chorus: Im still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health I know yall niggaz cant fuck with me cause I cant fuck with my damn self When mystikal hits the door (door closing sound) See cant nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do I know yall niggaz cant fuck with me and they cant but they try to Some niggaz just need to be warned Its 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 aint 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 Im runnin these niggaz to the jets To the hills, to the back of the tracks A-a-ask them hos, did I do that? Im coming boisterous with 5 million switches Im the man with single and double and triple And four five six time them bitches Im the nigga with the go head, fuckin your bitch up in your bed Standin 5 foot leven dick crooked like a roach leg Much bone and I dont fail a test Little nigga fuck hos both sides of the river I cant be fucked with, you cant touch this better grab hold Bitch Im so cold Im 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 Im 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 yall aint ready though! Chorus 2x (precise) So mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style? I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a rambo spear See yall can stop lookin at another nigga Face cause bitch the man right here You nigga didnt think that I could swing mine Bitch Im doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I aint lying) Talking behind my back dont make me no nevermind Cause all you can say is Im smarter than einstein Im fire like cayenne! Youll never catch me cause Im swift as a hyena Gimme the chance Ill rock the lakefront arena Like teena marie be rockin tipitinas (damn gina) Tall dark strong long and lean aint nobody comin cleaner Its 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 Im the man Bitch Im colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan I got no love for no b-i-e-otch Matter facts been that way since I was wearin osh kosh bgosh But yet yall steadily trying to squab bout me When I come in this door the only thing yall can do is talk about me Better get some business about yourself thats what you better do Matter fact Im a tell you mother fuckers three things Im a never do One : never gonna change my style Two: never gonna bounce, three: never gonna bow Im 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 cant 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 wont leave me alone Im not that thug and Im not that ruggish but I do pack bone Black prince of the south thats my title Bitch Im whoo chka ckha oooooww! bad like michael Im throwin rhymes at a steady flow (inhaling) whoo there they go yall niggaz aint ready yo Chorus Bitch I pimp hos instead of an army petty shit it dont harm me Bitch Im entertaining like cedric and Im mac like bernie Im black like menace and Im g like slimm Im sporty like t and Im smooth like tim I can click just like the boot camp but Im conscious like daughter Bitch Im insane but um, you still be wantin To claim that Im your partner Im down just like bust plus Im ice just like mike And Im the living lyrical miracle Im just ice like precise Im the invisible man you blind you cant see shit Picture I got more bitches on my dick than bitches at freaknik Нравится песня? 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