Mystikal, Naughty By Nature - Dirty South, Dirty Jerz lyrics

Dirty South, Dirty Jerz
Nigga fuck what ya heard
Your talk words don't serve while
We slang on the curb
We take it from a fuckin fight
To a stage and a mic
If I don't take the limo
Bitch I'm pushin a bike
2X - last line replaced with YEAYY-YAY!

Us big niggas get pussy
While songs get cooked
Fuck rough rhymes get hooked and
Young minds get shook
Duck, don't rock, don't break, don't bend
Don't fall not gon' play, don't fake
Don't stop to rest don't pause none
Top dough top pro on bitches
Chop funk, not gon' bitch ass niggas
I wring they neck and slap they fuckin mouth
I run laps around the Superdome
Breast stroke the whole Mississippi to
Represent THE fuckIN SOUTH
That's right, I said it!
I'm the fuckin boxer in your
Face is where I'm headed
Blaow, you gotta whole lot of
Nerve dissin the south
We ridin all the way to Jersey
We gon' keep up, but you keep on, keepin on
Y'all gon', keep on, gettin the fuck on
Bitch get gone!
Y'all heard me? Mystikal and Naughty
New Orleans and Jersey!

Yo, yo, yo
I heard somebody wantin Naughty to get raw
Ha i dismantle your fuckin crew
Just like Apartheid, nigga ya heard?
There's No Limit no gimmicks
To the shit I spit
Ain't no magazine you know could
Count these mics I rip
Comin straight from Jersey
Motherfuck all those who curse me
I'm, running through you niggas
Like Jackie Joyner Kersee
Now, how many niggas comin better than this?
Naughty By Nature puts it down
On some veteran shit and chins I devour
While fuckin at your baby shower
Spittin lyrics on you a hundred miles an hour
Our Zoo got no problems gettin physical
Naughty By Nature down with Mystikal
You bitches foul

You get your ass kicked when your
Only assets is ass bets
You cry quicker than Angela Bassett
Cause your cassette
I'll trash it, like potatoes, beets
I'll mash it bust dust to dust and turn
Ashes to ashes in masses
I'm massive mashing bastards faster
Question bout my pimping tell your
Bitch to ask it
Chip-chop like all tops the store stops
(it stops here) cause, I'm raws likes
Strawberries on shortstops (it comes now)
The Beast from the East
The big future for the pharoah
Diss my crew, do some spine travel on gravel
Some fuhrilla shit, go and, peel your shit
I want my, scrilla quick
On some gorilla shit
Rhyme illest, no mimic, no quit it
Gon' feel it
IllTown, divine mill it, No Limit
Fuck the spillage some
Hear my shit and go and switch they style
While I get down and wild with Mystikal