Mystikal, OutKast - Neck Uv Da Woods lyrics

This is Mystikal and Outkast
I'm representin'

I'm out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIES
Goddammit you can't stand it!
Make 'em feel the impact and
I ain't even in Miami
Handlin' with my man 'nem in Atlanta
And they payin' me 'cause they
Know I bring the
Kinda shit you feelin' as I'm sayin it
I'm like the NBA sore thumb
Or a pawn shop Tec 9, bitch
I'm known for jammin' smoke Mary, Mary, Mary
Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary
I bust through, intrude
Move through distractions
Withstand hit's and blows
Don't lose no traction
I threw a round off flip flop
Flip flop back at em
If a nigga come in clown then
I'm gon' get the cannon
And then get God back
Knuckle up boy, don't be no fuck boy
Me and Guillotine we run some niggas
In a big truck boy
Run flat boy, run that boy
Bitch, where I'mma send you
You can't come back, boy
I bring flames to a four alarm fire
I wash him up and wring him out
Now throw him in the dryer i hit the door
I'm blowin' him like Southern band
And they always tryin' to find something
To say about the brotherman
I invent 'em, flip 'em, and send 'em
Rhymes get jumped off like I
Pulled King Kong for ya
Guess what? This is a stick-up
Give me back my shit before
I start pickin' bricks up
Garbage MCs better 'run, Forest'
Don't come this way 'cause you can't walk
On this side of the yard forty
And respect me for takin' it to 'em
So expect me to lay it down and
Represent my neck of the woods

Yeah, like that, ha ha, ha ha, yeah, yeah
Yeah mystikal and OutKast, ha ha

If it don't bump off in the club
You can't rock
If it ain't 808 in the trunk, it ain't knock
If you round our neck of the woods
You better stop
'Cause the people on the block gonna
Show you where to drop, ahhhh

Call me the Heat Miser, the beat riser
The nigga that spit that street fire
Mystikal, andré
And Big Boi taking 'em out of
The park like Mark McGwire sosa, you so so
Your rhymes are small like Toto
You're bitchmade like Dorothy
You belong in a sorority
I'mma call you Cocoa, or Candy
Go sing a song with Brandy
Quit rhymin' and double timin'
What is you sayin', g?
I'm taking my thirteenth shot of Cuervo Gold
My style is drunken
And you know we doin' the
Beat big, oh hell yeah
It's gonna be bumpin'
Giving you something to beat the block with
With the cops swift
My stamina's incredible, so sucka
Don't try to stop this
The D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family, merrily
Life is but a dream
I mean a nightmare 'cause it's scaring me
But I live, gotta give
One double-O percent above the rest
Yeah, Daddy Fat Sacks gon' burst
And you know that, yEAH

Yeah, know that
East Point never stop like that
All the way to Decatur

If it don't bump off in the club
You can't rock
If it ain't 808 in the trunk, it ain't knock
If you round our neck of the woods
You better stop
'Cause the people on the block gonna
Show you where to drop, ahhhh

Hey, what's your name?
André 3000, the year to fear is already here
Must look beyond
Sounds from the center of the sun
Reason for a gun, only one
Strong believer in self-preservation
(Aahhhhh, OOF) in the State of confused
City of forgotten fate, County of the blues
Street address Generation X Avenue
But Generation Y high to the point
That a joint won't anoint a new one
Walking in my silver boots
Need a shoehorn and some church socks
What if I told you he manipulate clocks?
Stops, time rewinds, see what he finds
Then re-arrange and change things
That's on your mind
Would you swallow like fine
Wine or peanut butter?
Would you holler that I'm
Lying and ask another?
Or pay no heed and run for cover?

If it don't bump off in the club
You can't rock
If it ain't 808 in the trunk, it ain't knock
If you round our neck of the woods
You better stop
'Cause the people on the block gonna
Show you where to drop, ahhhh