Mystikal - Hit Me lyrics

What the fuck was that?
What man? I don’t know what’s up
And what the fuck did you miss?
Get past me people, get pass me hit me
That was me that you missed
I’m the one you’ve been missing and wishing
For listen! (alright)
All commands will be coming
From the goddamn top (Hit me)
I’m the maestro (too bad)
I’m the nigga with the stick in this bitch
(oh yeah) arranger, director, conductor
Any other fucking names you can think of
(hit me)
I got drums and shit, tom-toms and shit
I got congos and bongos and
Guitars and keyboards and
Cymbals and horns all up in this bitch
Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it wow, wow
Kind of shit you ain't heard on
The Box in a while!
Even the white people sitting up in this
Motherfucker can't do nothing but say wow!
Hear that Helen?
He’s tearing it up, that fella
I’d love to get my hands on those a capellas
That nigga sicker and slicker than
Oil on the pelican we on the one
Me and the band jammin'
Like Abbott and Costello
We go together like stanky and smelly
Tummy and belly, peanut butter jelly (Hit it)
That’s some fool, there, your mommas
Say, "That’s my groove, there!"
Fuck the dumb shit
Kill ‘em with the drum kick
Give it to the nigga with the drum stick
Hit it!
I’m flipping on the record like an acrobat
You can’t stop me cause it’s
Something that I’m natural at
Even in the wake of my aftermath
I catch you bitches
I’m losing my alphabet (what)
ABCD, see these bitches? LMNO bitches
OSTR, hit it
(Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it)
You can tell I'm getting money
By how they lining up
But when I’ll lead them
They’ll be whining like them Monicas
Whether they diamonds, Madonnas, designers
Iguanas rihanna, vaginas, piranha, hit it!
I’m getting too old to be calling names
Saying bitches and hoes cause
It’s all the same on top of that the rappers
Always getting all the blame
But is it really cause the niggas
Are just off the chain (hit it)
Chicka bow chicka bow bow toot it up
I got something for that round brown
Black man, put your mother fucking crown on
Pull your fucking pants up, band
Break it down now wow
Even the white people sit
In this motherfucker be
Nothing but got doing nothing but say
Wow? Look there Judy
That goddamn band's pretty groovy
I bet you two bumps off my ass
If you play this for Mum
She'll shake her booty hit it
Get down the beat
Never ever ever been beat on the beat
Been more speedy than a cheetah
With the rhythm I keep
Bass drum thumpin like elephant feet
Cappin on these rappers like Muhammad Ali
I’m the greatest, I’m pretty
I open line in the jungle
I send a brick to the goddamn hospital
Rumble, young man rumble!
This is totally ludicrous, it’s preposterous
You guys are fucking losers
You’re gonna piss me off
I’m gonna run through you fucking losers
They pissed me off
And we gonna knock you bums off
I'mma run through you
Prepare the beat! It's funky I'm bad
(yeah) bad (yeah) i'mma do my thing
Baby, baby, baby, baby hit me!
Say it proud! I’m black and I’m loud!
Say it proud! I’m black and I’m loud! (loud)
Say it proud! I’m black and I’m loud!
Say it proud! I’m black and I’m loud!
You gotta give homage
Soul brother number one, James Brown
Ain’t nobody do it better hit it!
Bad man michael J

Hit it, hit it, hit it