Lyrics:
roll by I got nothing on me
'Cause the smoke's already in the air
I am looked up with two braids in my hair
All start with the kaki suit
I'm gonna
{Talking}
I'm sick of it
Me to
Stop playin'
This here is for the
Tan shade man with the braid's
Stop playin' with me
I'm sick of it
Fake punk want
kept alive by the Sons of The Pioneers
Like that young cowboy from old Montana got boots and spurs and a black bandana
He rides the wild prairie rounding
an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known
that nigga I been that nigga
If they keep talking I'll make him pin that nigga
I been that nigga on the corner nappy braids and selling hard
Now I
so cold.
Whoa
Yeah
Ooh
Lemme talk to ya,
Cold winter nights
By myself
Blankets just won't do.
I need your help.
Cause I don't wanna miss the way your
she was blind,
The lark was blind.
An old king came and took her to his palace,
Where the walls were burnished bronze and golden braid,
And he fed
Ow, good God
(I'm down at the club, y'all, yeah)
Boogie down baby (Move ya)
Shake what ya mama made
I see by how you movin'
You could take it,
Yo... where's my draw... I can't find my draw.... No, that's Paul's draw... I don't want Paul's draw, I want my draw
Yes, Mystikal, back in position
chemistry (hell yea)
I`m an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people
Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier
You got my back I got your
it's dem braids, and
When flossing in my benz, with my friends, it begins.
Smell the aroma puttin' you in a coma;
It's dat super sanky dank that'll
round my by bon voyage
And With no snowtra something yeah
And tell yo man he don't owe me nothing
Tell him open his eyes I
Gotta show him something uh
I
got hella range
I've been down with T. Lue since he was wearing braids
Here comes the fast break, just get out the man's way
It's lead by Lebron
the good die young do the bad die old? (Let me know)
I'm just trying to carry my load another good nigga livin' by the bad guy code
Lookin' for the Lord
(*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,
It's a rift to god
All the lovers
Poison spoils levery out
Maiden and braid
Eyes
Take my eyes
Take my brain
Finally you're here all legged and high
I'm taking roots
anywhere
resilient I find myself calm
in every part
of every city
life burns.
A beautiful and androgynous
man passes by
in a black
and raided
Crimes are drug related
And we live by the street
Rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts
For selling pounds of coke
that?
I'm the wave, I thought you knew that
I'ma be paid till my braids got grey
Shit, I would have been the same
Then my ways got changed
Could've been
that are broken and too unfixable
Fresh out the box and I'm all original
Stand by me and you feel invincible
Shake ya ass! 'Cause I said it like Mystikal
Mystikal
This skin is a gift not no curse it's a blessing
Heard that's a word say church like a Reverend
All this shit critical we need that biblical
Will
Mystikal braids
In the trenches, in the Yak, I be missin' them days
Niggas turned they back on me, I was broke as fuck
Now when they see me, they be
don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching-ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back
you were an altar boy-wop
you got raped by a priest-wop
[chorus]
you put on a bottle of colonge today,you're italian and you're fucking gay
your
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