Mia X, Mystikal - Who Got Tha Clout? lyrics

Who Got Tha Clout?
Don't act surprised cuz it's that
Bitch from the South pumpin' out the N-O
You don't want no clout who Got Tha Clout?
Don't act surprised cuz it's that
Bitch from the South

Who's 'bout to come?
Who they cleared the way for?
Who all them niggas respect?
Who got them hoes scared to flex?
Well here's a track that gets wrecked
Who's got the industry hexed?
Well now, it's mama, full of marijuana
Headline nigga, whatcha' whatcha' want, huh?
You can see them niggas writin' rhymes
But don't need none, want some
Hoes run from these here
Who gon still be the boss bitch next year?
Who ain't gotta brag cuz
The realness is there?
Who be havin' muthafuckas bucked everywhere?
When you think the biggest mama
Who be on yo' fuckin' mind?
When you hear 'bout it, 'bout it
Who you waitin' for to rhyme?
Whose time is now? Who you can't doubt?
Who's got clout? Say my name loud

Miax when Mystikal hit's the door

You better hold yo' breath
Cuz I'ma leave this bitch SMOKIN', like ganja
Not only will I run 'ya
Bitch I'LL RUN BEHIND 'YA
I, stay sharper than yo' barbershop barber
It's my honor
To rock it wit' the biggest mama
I ROLLS, like hoes jaws go off from, RAW
It's me the meat claws off
Oh, you supposed to be balla?
It take tall props to call shots
That's bigger than bald spots
Y'all workin' off small pox
You know, like I know
Leave yo' fuckin' jaws locked
Stop worryin' 'bout niggas thats
Out to leave, work what
Y'all got believe none of what you hear
And some of what you saw, Mystikal, Mia X
Who the fuck you think it's for?
Look we ain't yo' standard his
And hers rap duo we cut the fuckin' fool
Who try somethin' TRU
Been bustin' ass since days of old school
I refuse to leave this bitch without
My props and the jewels

When Mystikal Hit's The Door
How ya' daughter got popped
When Mystikal Hit's The Door
When Mystikal Hit's The Door

Mama comes through this bitch, like Hurricane
Bessy, messy hoes know
Chill wit that ass like a mill

I know they knew this ain't
No damn Jack and Jill
We run this fuckin' hill
Got this bitch locked down
So tight, zipped up, shit sealed!

Still, I gotta keep my pocketbook filled

And you WILL
Just gotta keep my wallet on til'
Build our nine together
Watch what kinda car we build
Nigga better find some silence fo' yo'self
Stop walkin' on sTEEL

For real, you know we actin' plum donkey
Black prince of the South and mama Mia
Tag teamin' boku funky

Stankin' like Monkey Shit!

On the side of Limberger

On top of fart rocks

Washed down with skunk piss

I don't think they heard us
Stop trippin' cuz you playin' wit' yo'self
Bitch we rappin' for the world
Just say that shit to yourself

Intentions of wealth, who you see?
That nigga wit' the braids
And that squeaky voiced bitch
Lyrics hurtin' yo' head for days
Nigga representin' the
South, fuck all that asshole and nasty
You gonna gimme my clout