Who
Alright
Who
Uh
Alright
Who
I see uhh, y'all don't understand huh
Alright
But, let me see if I can uhh (who)
Make it a lil mo clearer for y'all

Can't walk on water or jump over buildings or nothing
But I was the first to get ya hurt and get the fuck out rapper 
So pay attention to what I put on the chalkboard
I'm the start of the concrete
The lyrical lawnmower
You can say this the house I built
Off'a shit bitch fuck dat
Non filt ba'dat-tat-tat
Boom boom boom
Your Louisiana number one Zorro of the two boom
Get caught
Roll thru
Hold back
Come short
Go gold
Fall off
Fuck dat
I told ya I was coming back harder and I meant that shit
Yea I mad a couple million dollars last year
But I spent that bitch
Like martin Luther king ya'll project jealous
And ya want me killed
Like the white man from town
Got me on the scope
But I won't stand still
Cause I put the haaa-o in da hot sauce
And the jaguar with the top off
See I started it

[Chorus]
Who, who, who, who, who, who
MYSTIKAL!
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
See I started it
Who, who, who, who, who, who
BIG TRUCK!
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
JIVE RECORDS!

And I do not like to promote violence
Or diss other artists or nothin'
But I'm faithful to gumbo
And it's killed to be killed
The game
Jack knife
Cutthroat
Let it rip
Don't hold back shit
Nigga say what ya feel, Fa eva
It's graphic and explicit
But I be rappin' up in dis bitch
That's how I do it when I kick it
And who-eva it is that complain
Only reason you got somethin' to say if I'm late
Cause I'm the only reason you came
This is for the grown folks
And if you don't like what I'm doin'
You can suck my daddy long stroke
Been crunk
Been trunk tight
Those was the school days
Gamma Phi Kappa Si
If ya stumble 
They don't see ya nigga
Play it off
But if they disrespect you 
Front ya
Take they head off
So this is what it's come to
Don't give a fuck
Nigga what
Nigga who

[Chorus]

I thought I heard you talkin' shit
And you ain't got nothin' out
So nigga fuck where you come from
Nigga fuck what you talkin' 'bout
Heads rolled
Less bread
I'm talkin' my way
Some'o bitch ass nigga with somethin' to say
I' on think ya'll know how serious I be
And how real I be getting' when I be up in here kickin' dis shit
I guess I'mma have to show you
Take a picture
No sympathy
See my face and remember me

[Chorus]

What you about to hear gone FUCK you up
because this the first time you ever heard some shit like this nigga
I'm tellin you this shit so off the fucking hook bro
Ya'll man look check this shit out

[Mystikal]
Mystikal and Juvenile Nigga
Say Juvey They don't believe you did the beat bro

[Juvenile]
What you mean Nigga, Fuckin Right I did this beat
Mystikal: I tried to tell them niggaz bro

[Mystikal]
I come with my own look, my own sound, my own style
Who the fuck you think drawed this crowd
It's the ripper, the clean up hitter You Bitter
intimidating young long dick nigga
Now Suck it, Now Suck it , While you around here player hating
Your Woman around here screaming Fuck Me, Fuck Me
Tell Me Something, Don't I put down on my Albums
Muthafucka nobody ever told you I was hard as a NFL Helmet
I write em, Land em, Plant em BAM Nigga Can't Stand em
On top, On Sight, Heads Up, Bust em at Random (What You Did?)
I Got the Vest Out, Put the braids back, Put on the bandana (What Else You Did?)
Signed a Brand New Contract, Shot the video in Atlanta
Don't Pull Me, Can't Hold Me The beat don't Move me
You Know Smokin, Drinkin Whenever I kick it with Juvey
Back On my own, Back on my zone
Feelin Better , Lookin Better
Bout to go get it and Bring it back home

[Chorus]
A Nigga Got, Got but I won't no more
Cause This time Round I come to Settle the score
We be Linking CD good, but not that long
They wind up with a stomach ach Balled up in they home x2

[Juvenile]
You better cancel that shit, about you run this here
I ain't seen you on the charts what you done this year
Ya'll thought Project English was the last of this shit
When I was really only given ya'll half of this shit
Fuckin right I made the beat, and I wrote this rap
But a Niggaz In the ghetto want to post the crack
Got two Niggaz posted watching a bus with macks
Just waiting on the police and Niggaz to jack
To people across the nation, thanks for being patient
Ya'll been itching for some G-Shit Huh, I know you waiting
When you cop the cd, get some Herb and Ride
Turn the bitch up real loud so you can feel my Vibe
I got a long way to go, I'm just gettin started
I'm 26 years old and I'm still retarded
I ain't talking about handicapped
I'm talking about the way I talk and Express my rap
You Feelin that

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Anytime you say my name make sure it's some good shit
Look I'm not your eldest rapper, I stay on some hood shit
Am I hatin on Cash Money, Now Stop Playin
I respect it How it came, Now I got Game (Bling)
I'm all about U.T.P. Family and Kids
And Takin Care of business it the way that we live
I don't need a record deal just give me my props
How many muthafuckas you know keepin it hot

[Mystikal]
Believe it or not, keepin my spot locked
I got more season than the seafood out the gumbo pot
Now run your mouth and lose your slot (I'm Lowdown)
I make em feed for me like junk is fever one more rock(Tease  Me)
Ain't this some shit I'm famous and rich (Huh Bro)
I got bitches I ain't even Fucked claiming my dick
If thats how it is, I guess we gone see
Is this all about that big truck and U.T.P

[Chorus]

Shit Shit
Mystikal
That's That Shit

[Chorus]
That's That, That's That (How should I put it?)
That's That, That's That ewwww
That's That, That's That (Watch it sucka, muthafucka!)
That's That Shit 

That's the reason the bitches be trying to get the worm out the zipper
That's the reason niggas gon' have to learn that I'm the ripper
I scrape up crumbs and turn 'em into nickels
Then bounce 'em into dimes then I turn 'em into flippers
I can't do my rhymes like you do yo rhymes cause it isn't
You can't make your shit try to sound like mine cause it isn't
I run right at the top of the line, get your mind right nigga
Murder was the case cause I shine at night nigga
The man with the braids in his hair, two tounged live nigga
Let him fire nigga, I ride with five niggas
Live from the west, bring it back home
Ducked off in the Bonneville, blowing up the zone
Roamin', cutting up on my cell phone
Hundred miles per hour in the wind and I'm gone
Watch them jails find the twenty inch wheels twirls
Hoes hatin' in the back, fuck 'em girl
I stand up like a pit, swingin' my big dick
Take a picture, feet stickin' like scotch tape bitch
I swear to God I'll fuck over yay yay
Have you sitting on your porch, gettin' pushed in your rocking chair

[Chorus] 2x

I come in  to put my two cents on a two inch
I'm tearing down the fuckin' building and the blue prints, any sign of
intrudence
Come your ass down here and ask them who the fool is
Raise your hand and talk to the teacher, no, students, students
I like to sing a about the boota and the tooters
Smoke the purple bubble gum, merge crazy blue vooda
Ya'll past tense, I'm the black prince ruler
Sharp shooter,  chopatula to talula
Point blank bitch, gone, gone
Full blast turning up the water all the way on
Hi, my name is, Mystikal
I handle my business, deliver my lyrics ever since I hit the door
When I come around in this muthafucka your arms fall off
You can't touch me, your jaw break, you can't say nothing
Fuck around and let my second wind kick in
I better be makin' it sound like the booty that the dick went in
Bitch!

[Chorus] 2x

That's That, That's That Shit
That's That, That's That shit bitch
thats that, thats that watch it sucka muthafucka!
thats that shit
that's that thats that
thats that thats that ewwww
thats that thats that watch it sucka muthafucka!
thats that shit
that's that
that's that

[Redman]
Yo, I need to wait
[Mystikal]
Tarantula, tarantula, boof!, handle yo' bidness then nigga
[Redman]
Mystikal waddup nigga!
[Mystikal]
Whaa', wassup dog!
[Method Man]
Funk Doctor in this mother-fucker
[Redman]
Right he-eere
[Method Man]
And I'm shitty ass Meth, and we gone do what the fuck we gotta do 

[Chorus] 
I get it started for you, I get it started for you
Soon as I get'cha cause I know that you was waitin' for me
I get it started for you, I get it started for you
Soon as I get'cha cause I know that you was waitin' for me

[Method Man]
Yo, yo, yo..
If school was pussy, I wouldn't miss a day
Big John Jay slay around the way, fish fillet
Taste the truth, ay' no more lies like Ms. Chilet
Keep my kids frost like they was born in east L.A.
Told yo' buy yo' weed by the ounce, twins lets bi-dounce
That shit they talkin' don't add up, I say what get down
Can't stop drop, can't flock, most of all I can't stop
Wreck my hand-cuffs and fightin' bullies in the sandbox
Method-cal, Mystikal, Oh yeah that's my man Doc'
Whoopin' she shoulders, WHA!, hit you with the lamb chop
Throw 'em up, slow 'em up, like the wic blow 'em up
Chick showin' butt, half of y'all ain't even know nuts
Cause I'm, I'm comin' dirty like duzum
Come on, like Buzz Lightyear lets get our buzz on
The ladies in the club, like "where the dollars at?"
They babies be at home like "where my momma at?"

[Chorus]

[Redman]
When the twins track on, you can't talk you bark on it
Doc's yo' walf on it, sometimes get lost on it 
America's Most No Time a Car woman
Timberland's and Nike Air's in the fog runnin'
We job huntin', with no I.D.'s
Plus my coke carry all the minerals I need
I'ma flow top speed, my crew fight it out
like in-door hot beat, it's war when I bleed
Sugar come here, throw that ass in the air
I leave blood guts and, broken glass everywhere
I write with "bear" hands, but I'm a gorrilla
Broke out the zoo, with Mystikal and my nigga
Fuck y'all for wrong me, I'm inside of a Ridder
With fat chicks arguing, Who's body is bigger?
I'ma get my smoke on, I'ma get my freak on
Rims get they poke on, here's some more dope to choke on

[Mystikal]
I get it started for you, Soon as I get'cha cause
I know that you was waitin' for me, I know that you was waitin' for me
So when you come you better, have your fuckin' back cause 
You know it could get ugly for me, you know it could get ugly for me
I tried to tell you but your ass didn't want to listen so bitch
Now I got to show you somethin', now I got to show you somethin'
It's capital M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L you mother-fucker, L you mother-fuckcer
No pussy my temple band, no weed or my nerves shot, no money no concert concert
You don't get no deposit back, man these niggas can handle that
who in the fuck is you playin' wit', playin' wit'
I'm sorry it can't change, you probably can't hang
the sounds I like James, HEY!
I rap fast and kick ass, and kiss my ass
Mystikal, Redman, Method Man, nigga Yeaaaaaah!

[Chorus] 2x

[Mystikal]
Whoo! Freestyle session nigga
I'm jumpin' the mother-fuckin' south if you ain't hype, bitch

[Hook]
Oooh ooh yeah, ooh oooh ooh yeah yeah
Clap-clappin' that-clappin' that ass, clap-clappin' that-clappin' ass, that ass
Wop-woppin' that-woppin' that ass, wop-woppin' that-woppin' that ass, that ass
Oh oh oh oh yeah, oh oh oh oh yeah

Smokin' and fuckin' is some of my habit
Fo' the grilly hand had come take up for my daddy
A shot off in the kitchen jump but didn't get married
Still I'm lovin' takin' bowp keepin' them happy
I do what it takes with the pills and the paint
Just to keep my black ass off of minimum wage
I went from stu-stutter, to shake it like a dog
I might not eat yo' pussy but I bite you on yo' drawers
It ain't my fault but go 'head tho'
I can't return the favor but mo' head ho'
I'm tappin' at them tonsels at the back of yo' throat
Snap it on wet it up let it go in slow
Ooh stroke it suck or leave it alone
Mo' dick ain't nothin' but meat and the bone
You better not let your momma hear you sing that song
Eat it up sweat it up and lil' daddy gone, gone

[Hook]

Well look at you, you flirtin' with this pimpin' ain't yo'
I seen you pstin' winkin' at me when you grabbed yo' ankle
Ah she can't sang, but g-strings hangs
And it don't take no Ricky Martin to know that she bang
Wobble that ass, and show yo' tits
Fo' a bitch to be that fine don't make no sense
Them ho's hatin' but she gettin' the money nothin'
Bouncin' off her booty but fifty's and hundred's 
Ooh, flip 'em the bird if you gettin yo' serv
and then hit this fuckin' dick and kick them ho's to the curb
Look at them hips, look at them thighs
It could make a grown man temperature rise
She stoppin' traffic and she do it on purpose
Got niggas jumpin' out their car to see them bop in the circle
She makin' me hot, I'm makin' you rich
Take this fuckin' money and back up on this

[Hook]

This for my bitches in the backseat of them cars
Know how to ride a dick, and pack the gards
After she had a daquiry that's when she called me
Talkin' hot comin' from the bachelorette party
But really what happened she probably won't tell me
Now she want her pussy tapped hard knock out I'll help her
I'm supposed to be the broad ain't that some shit
So I went ahead and drove her off, ain't that a bitch
She shakin' 'er leg and makin' the bread
Ah she good with her mouth so nigga look out
She servin' them heads you heard what I said
Around and 'round she knockin' 'em down
Wherever is crackin' then that's where she be
and guess what if that's what she like then that's alright with me
Because-a, she bring it to me, in the night and the day
She supposed to have a baby from me that's what they say

[Hook] 2x

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

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]

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

[Mystikal]
I was at the mall, and this girl passed me by
so I like her booty she said hey boy
That's when I made my move
I jammed up and jammed re-over there by the baby shoe
I said you got a chiled huh
She said yeah he live in Bogaluga out there by my momma
Give me yo' number and I hit you when I make it home
And after I take a bath I'll catch up wit'chu later on
That's exactly what I did
We went to the movies got some eatin' back to the crib 
Being a man you know I'm thinkin' about hittin' somethin'
She said this you nice but this the first date you ain't gettin' nothin'
That's alright cause I respect your mind
It ain't no rush cause I'mma get you next time
We ain't got no beef, we ain't got no quarrel
You likin' me tonight, but you gone lovin' me tomorrow

[Hook]
I said go 'head, go 'head and move it baby
You've got 'em watchin', go 'head and do it honey
You've got 'em comin' now, you've got me watchin' baby
So don't you stop it baby, you got me so..

[Mystikal]
Must be my baby cause I seen her everyday this week
And when we made love you know we went meat to meat
I think I'm headed for a Love Jones
This one hear supposed to be a jam not a love song
Girl you got me humpin' and don't ask me what I'm doin'
cause I'm thinkin' 'bout my pumpin'
They call her pumpkin' cause she workin' with somethin'
I call her bia' cause she carryin' my youngin'
I made her Cavalier a Navigator, and put baby momma on a Jaguar bling
I for you and me for me
She built like a stripper I don't need to cheat
And when it's late she's always inside
Under the cover behind her cuddled up wit' her
And since we met you been the love of my life
We ain't married but we call eachother husband and wife

[Hook]

[Mystikal]
We always home and all we do is laugh together
Even watchin' T.V. takin' baths together
Went through the sunny and the nasty weather
My feelin' short so I ain't have to tell ya'
And I would never try and use you
I care too much to hurt you, and need you too much to lose you
We have mo' babies than my cousin' Weebie
I'm goin' be yo' King Tut you goin' be my Nefa Teenie
Tell me what you say to that
I be coming home from work sayin' where my ol' lady at
And you come runnin' from the back room
And you know how much I love to see you when you wear a cat suit
Now give me what I want want
I say where them trishes at I took 'em by the mall mall
You make me feel like a man, cause you can't get enough
Girl you got it you got it bad

[Hook] 2x

[P. Williams & Mystikal]
I said go 'head, (move it)
You've got 'em watchin'
You've got 'em comin' now (watch it)
So don't you stop it baby (stop it)

You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me

You ain't seen bouncin' back
You ain't seen bouncin' back

I really be throwin' my words
Standing 'em up, and jammin' on the one
That ain't nobody but Neptunes bammin' on the drum
Swift flip kicks landing from the tongue
??? ???...ba na na na na na
The one that be handling business, be sharper than a thumb tack
The one that be dropping these albums, showing 'em how to come back
And you gone respect me, appreciate where I run at
You ain't gone piss me off, cause you sorry that you done that
I gets meaner, badder, stronger and furious
You don't even much want to see the rest
I'm coming back mo' fearless, mo' determined to fold the set
I ain't even started yet
So if you ain't ready you better get ready
Know I do it better when I'm being opposed
Ah stick ya chest out, keep ya chin up
And sometimes you gotta get knocked down to get up

[Hook]
You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me...trust me

You ain't seen bouncin' back
You ain't seen bouncin' back

No matter what happened ??? me once shame on you
You come up and here and do it again then its shame on me
Sometimes we be getting in trouble you didn't want learn
Sometimes we be getting so rude you ain't want see
I accept my wages like the way that I fail
I grow, I take strides and but 'em under my belt
I learned from you just like you learned from me
I plead, I pray for peace and perfect harmony
Somebody say fool you better keep on rapping

Stop that trippin', causin it ain't gone happin'
I told them look you better mind yo business
Change yo' way of thinking and keep on living
Done started some trouble and you ain't been out since
Cause you stuck inside scared watching CNN
Just take the precaution so yo life a be better
Tell my friends to call me I ain't accepting no letters

[Hook]

You ain't seen bouncin' back
You ain't seen bouncin' back

Oh you heard about me, yeah you had to
Hmm-huh, I know you change ya mind you ain't the only one with bad news
I know that they made you feel strange huh
You was right in the middle complaining and forgot what you was cryin bout
It could be you time and it might be
You can't do nothing about it, its God will thats just how life be
One day it hit 'cha then its gone
And I'm serious and you ain't never even gone feel it until it hit home
That's when the pain run sharper and deeper
You ain't eat that's when the days feel slow and long
I know you miss 'em so it's time to uplift 'em
Try to pick the pieces up and find a way to drive on
I tell you the truth so don't lie to me
Get back Satan don't bother me
And that's the way its gotta be
And real as ever so I hope you proud of me

[Hook]

You ain't seen bouncin' back
You ain't seen bouncin' back

You keep bumping me against the wall (3x)
You ain't seen bouncin' back
(repeat and fade out)

[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 my pad
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]
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 Ruben 2 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 Rover's don't even get gools
'til its time for Rythim 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 back to good
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

The Medicine man.  Oh yeah.  Smoke One
Yeah.  This that shit nigga that you smoke off.  This the one
I know y'all flipping through this shit the CD and shit.
This the one nigga
This yo' chance right NA.  Ya' know?
Get all items that you need to get yo' mutha fuckin blunt rolled nigga.
Get ya' papers, what ever the fuck, lighters.  Y'all know what y'all need.
Huh bra?  This what I want y'all to do:

[Chorus]
Light something, burn something, smoke something, roll one.
Light something, burn something, roll something, smoke one nigga.
Light something, burn something, smoke something, roll one nigga.
Light something, burn something, roll something, smoke one nigga

Man hit the mutha fucking weed bra. You playin' wit' the mutha fuckin' weed.
do do do do at the doe. Hit this bitch.  Mutha fucking roll back.
Nigga make a roll back.   Mouth to the nose, roll back.
I smell smoke.  Oh, say nigga when you roll the weed up
make sho' there ain't no sticks or stems.

Put the fire in the wind, then forget about how you roll
Skinny at the end, fat in the middle, long as you smoking
Don't worry about how the bitch look, gotta hold in it stick pocking out
That ain't nothing pass that bitch, put ya finger over it hit it wit ya' mouth
I bet it pull, hit this shit I betchu' get full
I don't fuck with that dry, that's good for yo' ass I told ya' that's fire
Stick, aloud, expensive, light light green don't touch no brown
Ya' can't stand up, ya' eyelids feel about 200 pounds
Mouth dry as the fuck, yeah this bitch hea' high as a duck
Ready to leave, but can't go nowhere 'cause looks like ya' stuck
Now get off the floe'
You don't know what you pull so don't try this no me
Stop that frontin', and if you can't handle it then give me my dope
Nothing but bud, tastein' no seeds
Swallow that shit, nigga you wastein' the weed
You don't know what I got, nothing but dro'
I'm to hold back y'all this about ten time I'm bout to start smokin'

[Chorus]

Moving in slow motion, moving in slow motion,
moving in slow motion, moving in slow motion.
I got some more man. That bionic-chronic.
Yeah nigga, this the smoking one.  fa -sho.
Boy just smoke something nigga.
And uhhhhh, how many mutha fucking times
is y'all nigga gonna be waiting for another verse?
Man, when is y'all gonna learn?  This the smoke something man.
You ain't gotta know all that bra.  Know what I'm talkin' about nigga?
Smoke something.  Smoke something.  Smoke something.  Yes indeed.

I'M! (x8)

[Verse 1]
See I'm that nigga that's, fixin' to do my dirt under the sun
I been hustlin' since the morning become
I keep a couple of rocks under my tongue
Watch out here come the cop, might notta stand still where you chill
Run to no automobile cause it can kill
My destination can feed my home purpose
I'm vibrating' on the down low in the first place
You want me show me the money you gonna be payin'
Pop ya ass up out of the van and take these rocks up out my hand
Cause I don't trust ya and I ain't tryin'
Hold up nigga, I don't know ya gotta reach out at the same time
You want some, come get some
Tyson's on the drum and I'MMMMM!

I'M! (x16)

[Verse 2]
Ya livin', in livin' up in my people's rentin'
Windows tinted, nigga from a couple houses down
Get Skinny, bump it to last amount of spittin'
It's senseless how them dudes be smokin' that shit
Gettin' roped in that shit, jump in this shit
I got to flippin' on nigga, you want some more of that shit
Live in that click where niggas do what they gotta do
Blast em' with burnable fuck em' and watch em' fuck you
Nigga be livin' that life, playin the role of a gangsta
But them niggas ain't gangstas
Bitch you gotta be big enough to think about bein' a fuckin gangsta
Most of them niggas be comin' real
Bring it to ya blood field but that nigga got killed
That's how it be's on that rough side
The tough die, the strong die
Fuck with the wrong niggas on with the wrong chrome
Check the wrong shit, walk the wrong zone
Nigga you good as dead and gone (Problem serious)
Nigga don't hear me that's how we livin' till the saga stops
Every nigga and his mom gotta glock on my block
Niggas push rocks and dodge cops till they pissed and tired
Nigga, you livin' by the gun
Y'all need to handle y'all fuckin' business cause I'M!

I'M! (x8)

[Verse 3]
Don't sell it, Arm & Hammer got my rocks swellin'
Laws is yellin, prosecutors yellin'
I'ma glock ya spot, ya head pop like a fuckin' melon
Do my thing destiny I'm a felon
But I ain't just a young, black nigga rebellin'
Breath by breath, step by step, day by day
Playin' this game of death
My nigga remind ya of manslaughter
Niggas slangin' quarters
Georgia, Cali, to New Orleans rollin'
I'm in the pen, pumpin' that iron until I'm swole up
Grits and cheese made me bigger
Now I'm just a lil' bit harder than that next nigga
The first one up to run up
That nigga there gon' get done up
When I put that fuckin' gun up
They told ya, ya hip bone gone gone
That lil' roam don't live long, pop me to stop it
Cock block me, you bitches can't drop me
Hoes gon' still jock me
Got me now the niggas mock me
I seen Scarface twice now I'm a fuckin' carbon copy
Missing on society
And insane probably cause I'm full of animosity
I'm kind of like at all
I might huff and puff and blow ya fuckin' hat off
Tear it off, swear it off
Now get the 411 to 911 to Red Cross
My moaning make me lead
Ten steps to feel these
Got me cocked these
Swingin' like Conan
Wanted from no man with boo-koo ho fans
Talk more garbage, funk, filth, shit, trash, and lies
Rhymes so funky they draw flies
If I rock one up, shock one up
It simple enough to be did
But your shit terror rig
Change your big
Niggas be sayin big
Pass the fig, don't give me no fuckin' pig
I don't choose no swine
But eat Popeye's chicken and eat watermelon to the fuckin' rind
Feel the grip of this black chrome
That don't fuckin' rhyme, nigga get ya back broke
Fuckin' with them black folks

I'M (x5) with DJ scratching in background

(Intro: Mystikal)
MAN!! (I ain't never felt like this before)
DAMN!! I ain't never felt like this before
I AIN'T RIGHT!!, fuck, this shit ain't right
Huh, huh, I AIN'T RIGHT!!, huh
Shit ain't right
(Chorus: Mystikal)
I fold all (fuck), I fold all (huh)
I fold all (huh), I fold all
(Mystikal)
I'm fucked up in the head
but everytime I go on - bitch, ran my coat on
Bitch gonna take my clothes off
You niggas are crazy like roaddogs
You can do what you wan' do
and say what you want - just don't play wit' me
Go wit'cha flow go, just don't call me bitch OK?
BACK OFF, BACK OFF!! Mind your business
Damn dog, didn't know you were ever gonna drop
Nigga, soon as I finish, I'm gonna make your motherfuckin'
Record Store look like it just got broke with a crowbar
I ain't gotta stand up in this bitch, take your hands on - fold all, fold all
(Chorus: Mystikal)
I fold all (huh), I fold all
I fold all, I fold all
(Mystikal)
Niggas be testin' the street like dick-birds
Then they start day-dreamin', watch my tons and hit curbs (oops!)
The I fuck my eyes and spit in my face - they got bad nerves
I smoke - funny - ain't lust and use bad words
But I'm in another revolution - motherfucker seem with his ASS HEARD!!
If you ever in your car and you play my game, throw the password
cause it doesn't rest its head with an exquisite hand and they BLAST FIRST!!
I can't stand my next door neigborhood, so I'm here to get a transfer
They won't stay over my GRASS - fur, I ain't right
(Chorus: Mystikal)
I fold all (huh), I fold all
I fold all, I fold...
(Interlude: Mystikal)
Check this part out right here
Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum - I smell a sticky nigga roll up one
Get back if you ain't got none
If you ain't 'BOUT it, then nigga don't come
(Mystikal)
We tear this bitch up everytime we come through
Actin' stupid, bitch - you know what I do
Lookin' like I come from Artabozoo
Where the feeders gumbo and cross-fetch too, huh
I get down cause I come up around the checkin' line
Kell - stop that fuckin' track - I've lost my mind
(Chorus: Mystikal)
I fold all, I fold all (huh)
I fold all (huh), I fold all (huh)
I fold all (huh), I fold all (huh)
I fold all (huh), I fold all
(Mystikal)
Hickery-dickery-dock - get 'em - jump off my cock
Bitch - get out my face - whore - stay out my pocket, that's right
Everytime I come in the kitchen, put two in the kitchen
Gettin' fat, eatin' all the fuckin' food up but ain't washin' the dishes
The FUCK YOU MEAN do I have somethin' else to drink?
You just got through emptyin' the jug out the hands - its the same
THAT'S IT - gotta get the fuck out
bitch about to schold your hand to the door
Nigga, I don't play that shit, better ask somebody
Bitch - thought you know
(Chorus: Mystikal)
I fold all, I fold all
I fold all, I fold all
I fold all, I fold all
I fold all, I fold all 

(Intro: Mystikal)
Shit, BOO!!, Boo
Uh-ooooh!!, hah, yeah, yeah
another album motherfucker heh, heh

(Chorus: Mystikal)
Here I am, somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Here I am, somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Here I am, motherfucker, you lookin' for me, you lookin' for me?
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
You lookin' for me, you lookin' for me?
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
You lookin' for me, you lookin' for me?
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me, huh

(Mystikal)
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Nigga, that's like somebody who ain't
got no fuckin' money tryin' to say somethin' to "P"
It's like y'all niggas goin' to learn - to learn with "E"
Y'all niggas act like ya go to job interviews
and come and try to fuck with our beans
Oh no, you don't go, go there, fool!
That nigga said what? Oh ah, hell no!!
Still hot, just thought I'll tell y'all
Bitches suckin' dick if they thought it fell off
Like a man-stare, hundred-twelve floors
When they want the fire I'm the one they'll call
Your Record Company's Stores' fallin'
I'll pick that bitch up, put it on my back and start walkin'
Hit the car, start coughin'
Shoplifter get off, I'm bustin' the dodger
I'll B&B y'all from N.O. to L.A.
You ain't lookin' for me, cause you know me by my face

(Chorus: Mystikal)
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
You lookin' for me, you lookin' for me?
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
You lookin' for me, you lookin' for me?
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
You lookin' for me, you lookin' for me?
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
You lookin' for me?

(Mystikal)
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
I better go complete, tie to put together rap DEAD on the beat
Don't beg for my weed, don't step on my feet (step on my feet)
Don't pull out my prenium, messin' with my trailor
lookin' my women, don't fuck with my jeep
My coban motherfuckers, can never be chuckin' no beef
Y'all niggas still can't fuck wit' me and would not compete
I'm out the box, off the HEAT!!
Proper prop-lock up blocks with much shit, drop shit
Jaws and break bones with my shit-song
And it's on with rhyme-stones, styles gon' be shown
And I'm known, bring it home, an' home on microphone
It don't say my name on it, so, cause they know I'll be comin' for 'em

(Chorus: Mystikal)
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
You lookin' for me, you lookin' for me?
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
You lookin' for me, you lookin' for me?
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
You lookin' for me, you lookin' for me?
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
You lookin' for me, you lookin' for me?
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
You lookin' for me, you lookin' for me?
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
You lookin' for me, you lookin' for me?

(Mystikal)
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
You said we're takin' a trip cause I'ma pocket-full of TNT
What the fuck you gon' get? Them niggas ain't fuckin' wit' these
Well fuck it and feel , nigga, my shit don't come from the streets
I'll be the pepper, hot sauce for ya
SPICY, somethin' ride on fool
WATCH ME, polished up, saddle up - giddy up
Oh shit - dried out, let's go - HIT 'EM UP!!!
Come on - let 'em have it - ditchin' out then don't have it
It's like I accept it - take my loss, shake it off
You got my ends bitch, bring it ALL for the year
Strap, hold my tongue - MOTHERFUCKER - I SAID "ALL"!!!
Fuck, first ya family, this street was never a skin-up-ya
Watch your mouth nigga, never do business wit' cap-peelin'
I bring that funk - stop says: "Stop at yo' door"
Come out the trunk - are you sure I'M THE ONE YOU WANT??!!

(Chorus: Mystikal)
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
You lookin' for me, you lookin' for me?
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
You lookin' for me, you lookin' for me?
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
You lookin' for me, you lookin' for me?
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
You lookin' for me, you lookin' for me?

(Outro: Mystikal)
Huh, BOO!! Huh, god damn it, huh, shit
I'M THE MAN!! Don't believe that shit cause I'm tellin' ya
Believe that shit cause you al ready know, motherfucker
HERE I AM!! Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
You lookin' for me? HERE I GO!!!!!..... 

[Hook] x2 
Shake ya ass 
But watch ya self
Shake ya ass 
Show me what you workin with 

Verse 1 
Came here with my dick in my hand 
Don't make me leave here with my foot in yo ass 
Be cool, and don't worry about how I'm rippin this shit 
When im flippin when kickin, nigga this just what I do 
I'm effervesecet and I'm off that crescent 
Nastier than a full grown German Shepherd 
Motherfucker keep steppin 
They don't fuck with me and they won't 
Yall bitches cant catch me and you won't 
Tell ya self, bitch ass throw that pussy 
I'm proud of my poo nanny, and a dollar for my booty 
You think I'm trippin, bitch I ain't trippin 
I'm buyin if you got curves for your iceberg 
Drinkin here acting like it's gonna do somethin to me 
Hope this indecent proposel make you do somethin with me 
Fuck a dollar girl pick up fifty 
And fuck that coward you need a real nigga 
Off top a nigga bout hurtin shit 
Bend over hoe show me what you workin with 

[Hook] 

[Chorus] 
Attention all yall blazin pimps 
Right now in the place to be 
I thought I told yall niggas before 
Yall niggas can't fuck with me 
Now this ain't for no small booties 
No circus that won't pass 
But if you feel you got the biggest one 
Then Imma shake ya ass 

[Hook] x2 

Verse2 
I come with that fire like Aiyaaa 
Chocalate and bowlegged runnin up behind her 
Go head get down pop lock at the cockhouse 
For girl don't lie you know you wanna go back to my house 
Man right cher wanna get under that dress right there 
Spicy cajun we gon a good time over there 
You better stick a head on that there crawfish 
You gotta bend all the way over to dance off this 
Handle yo business but I know you do it way better 
You dead wrong 
So if you totin by and niggas make noise 
When you pass by find yo fine ass on the floor girl 
This yo fuckin song 
Do yo thang dont be scured, cause you gon get served 
Get mine and you gon get yours 
Niggas thang yo ass lovely 
Raise it up, show yo g-strang hustlin huslin 

[Chorus] 

[Hook] x2 

Verse 3 
Stop yo cryin hefer I dont need all that 
Got a job for you the braided up pimp is back 
Break them handcuffs, fuck a nigga move somethin 
They ask you what you doin say ooohh nothin 
And we been doin for the past 2 somthin, 
Been beatin that pussy up now smooth fuckin 
You can betcha bottom, that pussy fire, you gon holla while you cry 
So don't be actin like you don't be backin that stuff up, 
Girl in the club thats what you got ass for, 
Wobble wobble I'm infatuated 
Bitch ride that dick like she makin a baby 
Now I see that we gon have to go to a queit corner for just of two, 
Don't worry about who lookin, just keep doin what you do 
Nigga like me gon get to workin for I know the girl 
Bitch whats happnin' let em see 
Show the world. 

[Chorus] 

[Hook] x2