Mystikal, G-Quikk, J-Dawg - Mr. Hood Critic lyrics

Unhyeah i got that Boot Camp Clicc
In this muthafucka tonight
Me & my nigga 'Cise
We done hooked some smooth shit up for y'all
And we bout to throw down in this bitch
Ya heard mes?

I had plenty of you niggas
Who that I couldn't, do it

Do what?

Grab the pen and the paper, put
The fire to the blunt, time to get to it
Fuuuuuck how y'all niggas do it
She quick to pursue it til' his
Pockets smell like body fluid
Some niggas be walkin' up at the line
Blow job then slob on my knob
Bitch I been the shit



Bitch I BEEN THE SHIT!

Ain't nothin' you can do to me

What this muthafucka talkin' about
Nigga who me?

Yeah you, said who see?
I'm bout'z to make gash
Drivin' 'em out quick fast
Bout time your muthafuckin' ass
Put a nigga on the muthafuckin'
Map with'cha bitch ass

Wit'cha bitch ass

Takin' how long?

How long it took?

It took a nigga thirteen muthafuckin' years
Just to make a rap song
But, I'm on my winnings
In fact now niggas is jealous
Y'all niggas don't faze me hoes gonehate me
Bust up and then I may get they lips bloody
Your back nutty
Aw, y'all niggas ain't ready for me
But, if you want me, who clamps?
I'm shell-bound
Watch me throw down on my first go-round
Here's our shit
Properly did it and now you're evicted
Now admit it, fuck that yin yang
You talkin' behind my back Mr hood Critics
You're all on my dick hun get one, lick one
Shit son, talk about me? Jealous man
You're done fuck it, it's all good
I'm not that nigga, I'm not that
Nigga, I'm not that nigga either
Understood?

You're all on my dick hun

Mr hood Critic

Get one

Only way to keep my muthafuckin' name
Out your muthafuckin' mouth
Is to keep your muthafuckin' mouth SHUT!

Roll like a tank comin' cold like a shake
Every move that I make
Be smooth like a, snake
I got what it takes to make your eyes burn
Hooked up in the jazzy fifth
With the pee-wee sideburns
I dress better than a drug dealer
Cuz when I jump shop I'm on my job nigga 20
20 couldn't see me

Who you?

Q to the U to the I to the K, K, I be

Follow me now, open sesame
You niggas ain't ready for the best of me
I'm takin' you niggas nuts and
Givin' you bitches a hysterectomy
I'm comin' up fast, runnin' in more ass
Sharp as glass
Bitch you might think this nigga be lickin'
The pussy cuz my tongue fast
Hoe, but that's a no no
Oh, you mean you don't know?
Mr hood Critic told you what? I'm
Lickin' pussy on the down-low?
Now if I'd did it
I'd admit it and walk around proud
But tellin' no fables, on this label
Pussy eaters ain't allowed
Now I be comin' around the
Mountain like "Oh Susanna"

Nigga where the fuck you from?

New Orleans, Louisiana
Home of the boot camp clicc
And now it's time for rest of you muthafuckas
To bow down and respect the South shit
Get your mouth split
That's what thing that you can
Do up with this chemistry
The Boot Camp Clicc is droppin'
Bombs on the industry

You all on my dick, hun

Mr hood Critic
The only way to keep my muthafuckin' name
From out your muthafuckin' mouth
Is to keep your muthafuckin' mouth SHUT!

G's oh, G-Quikk's a G so
Want me to creep these hoes?
I'ma keep these hoes
On they tippy-tippy toes
Shovin' that dick all in your daughter
Called a nigga, fucked a nigga
Sucked a lil' dick

But can't get a quarter!

I'm not your everyday extraordinary busta
Another soldier out that boot camp
Bustin' you dick suckers

From walkin' round town tryin'
To call Michelle
Hit slow like shit you jump now nigga

Ain't nothin' colder, ain't nothin' cooler
Ooh! Don't let the smooth ice fool ya

Cuz I ain't that type of nigga to get my

Ass kicked

Caught 'em talkin'

Cash hit

Cha-CHING!

Bitch another smash hit