Mystikal - If It Ain't Live, It Ain't Me lyrics
[Mystikal - If It Ain't Live, It Ain't Me lyrics]
Why, why why why why 'Cause, I keep bangin'
Y'all mother-fuckin ass, with this shit
If it ain't live, it ain't me
Oh nigga I'm too def to lose step
Too jive to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart
I'm too cold to get old
I'm too hip to trip, 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 a soft behind, 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 here turn around, let me get behind you
Oooh suck it for me baby
I ain't goin' tell no body
If it ain't live, it ain't me
Oh nigga I'm too def to lose a step
Too jive to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart
I'm too cold to get old
If it ain't live, it ain't 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 trip
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 hobby
Tuckin' guts stackin' paper from my
Lyrics is my real job
Got my figures 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
If it ain't live, it ain't me
Oh nigga I'm too def to lose a step
Too jive to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart
I'm too cold to get old
If it ain't live, it ain't 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 trip
I'm too manish to try to handle
(that's right)
I'm too bad and too loaded for you to hold it
(O-o-o-o) too tight to out-write
(yeah) , too strong to out-song
Too much to out-bust (out-bust)
Loud talk shit and cuss
Foul dog rimp and buck wild
Talk spit and crush
Bring paper towels and toilet tissue
Start your engine set the table
Clean your plate and wash the dishes
Can I please, get a Source cover?!
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
If it ain't live, it ain't me
Oh nigga I'm too def to lose a step
Too jive to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart
I'm too cold to get old
If it ain't live, it ain't 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 trip
Y'all mother-fuckin ass, with this shit
If it ain't live, it ain't me
Oh nigga I'm too def to lose step
Too jive to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart
I'm too cold to get old
I'm too hip to trip, 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 a soft behind, 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 here turn around, let me get behind you
Oooh suck it for me baby
I ain't goin' tell no body
If it ain't live, it ain't me
Oh nigga I'm too def to lose a step
Too jive to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart
I'm too cold to get old
If it ain't live, it ain't 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 trip
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 hobby
Tuckin' guts stackin' paper from my
Lyrics is my real job
Got my figures 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
If it ain't live, it ain't me
Oh nigga I'm too def to lose a step
Too jive to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart
I'm too cold to get old
If it ain't live, it ain't 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 trip
I'm too manish to try to handle
(that's right)
I'm too bad and too loaded for you to hold it
(O-o-o-o) too tight to out-write
(yeah) , too strong to out-song
Too much to out-bust (out-bust)
Loud talk shit and cuss
Foul dog rimp and buck wild
Talk spit and crush
Bring paper towels and toilet tissue
Start your engine set the table
Clean your plate and wash the dishes
Can I please, get a Source cover?!
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
If it ain't live, it ain't me
Oh nigga I'm too def to lose a step
Too jive to slip or slide
I'm too hard to fall apart
I'm too cold to get old
If it ain't live, it ain't 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 trip