Lyrics:
he passes by, they all invite him
He'll clap his hands and sing and dance and talk his baby talk.
With a hole in pants and his knees stick out, he's
I'mma sign you up nigga
[Troy:] I do not feel like being disturbed
[Guy:] That D.S.G.B. album was straight my nigga
[Troy:] Will you please get away from
God as my witness, I just caught a bond
I should probably wear a vest for all the stress I'm under
But shorty never scared 'cause she stick by my
A tell me what's your name?
MC Mystikal
What's your alias?
I'm the Prince of the South
What's your thing?
I ain't playin' with your bitch ass
So boy
Summon up the mas! Play on the pan!
Staring dreads are jerking their locks
As the white star liner sank in the docks
But on the drummers face,
stand by for the bombs I be droppin'
Issa stick up stick up
Issa stick up stick up
Issa stick up stick up
Issa stick up stick up
Gimmie da loot gimmie da
mission
This is Radio Clash
Consider your position
Step it up, get down low
Breaking news flash
Assassination
The whole country has been shot
drive
Nigga, you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at LAX
he'll pick me up
And he'll stick by me when the goin' gets tough
(I've got) I've got Jesus and that's enough (that's enough) that's enough
Well he's
She only ever walks to count her steps
Eighteen strides and she stops to abide
By the law that she herself has set
That eighteen steps is one
Why it's been feeling like we breaking up we ain't even making love
Just get out the bed and make it up no morning sex when waking up
No grits, no
doubt
So I am just shutting up my mouth
Isolating from the crowd
And telling myself this clear and loud
Stick to the plan
Stick to the plan
Stick
[Mystikal]
Since I'm so fucking bad
give me mine
get yours
ooooh...
[Verse 1]
I woke up this morning
rocked up
I'm smoking everywhere I go
(No sticks, no seeds, just Al Green)
I always gotta keep one rolled
(I keep that, need that, got that)
I'm blowin' every
Oh, hello Mr. Soul,
I dropped by
to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught
that my head
is the event of the season
Why in crowds just a trace
back of that
Yeah, stick, air that (grr)
Give it up, you done wet it out (bitch)
Break the bitch down, gotta wore her out
Glock don't jam, he'll
it
Gon' and get up in the groove
Temper kinda hot
But I keep it really cool
You live for the cheers
Then you'll die by the boo's
Use to be short
But I
to know how
Girls talk and they say it`s not allowed
Girls talk, if they say that it`s so
Don`t you think that I know by now
That the word up
me up like a baby
Every now and then, the stars align
Boy and girl meet by the great design
Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones?
a blubbering heap
He should have served himself up
Preferably in a restaurant with meat
And wit...
...goes with
Detective instinct
Sticks some paper under
Find me in studio, I'm wearing kitchen clothes, cause I'm cooking up that napalm
Every line is like a missile thrown
Unpredictable, my mind's is
She only ever walks to count her steps,
Eighteen strides and she stops to abide by the law that she herself has set
That eighteen steps is one
She only ever walks to count her steps,
Eighteen strides and she stops to abide by the law that she herself has set
That eighteen steps is one
She's a real up setter, she's a real live wire.
Everybody turns when my baby goes by.
She's something to see, she really catches the eye.
I love her
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