Mystikal - That Nigga Ain't Shit! lyrics

Nigga you ain't shit

I woke up this morning dick rock hard
Had to piss so bad
That shit made me say Good Lord!
Dick harder than a armadillo
So I went in the bathroom
And drained the lil' fellow
Flush the toilet, washed my hands
Took off my silk shirt
(what else) and silk pajama pants
I was about to meet this
Bitch in bout an hour (what you did?)
Brushed my, washed my face, get the soap
Grab and towel and jumped my
Stankin' ass in the shower
Now I'm feelin' better
At least i'm smellin' better
Instead of a combination of pussy and cheddar
I still smelled like last night's fuck
So washed my lips, fingertips
But I can't forget about under the nuts
Blow my nose, wash my toes, then my asshole
Foggin up the mirrors
And wettin' up all my fuckin clothes
Ain't that a bitch?! I'm already running late
(What are you gonna do now?) Now
I gotta change my outfit
Stepped to the closet and
Scanned the wardrobe
Seen that silk shirt, Tommy, fuck it
I'll wear that Polo though
Girbauds and Polo socks
Slipped on them Fila's cause it was too
Hot to bust the Timbo high tops
I looked in the mirror one
Last time for kicks
Like I really had to check
Like I ain't know I was the shit
Everything was in place
Pearly whites, brown complextion
Daily braids and that baby face
Mirror, mirror, wasup
Who's the most stuck up
I bet it's that bitch I
Just fucked that stankin slut
Thats the thought for the day
I'm bouts to cut that ho off
(why) she can't fuck anyways
Now i'm back on my mission
But before I hit the fuckin front door
Gots to hit the kitchen
Cause hunger pains are gettin bigger
Man, I ain't ate shit yet (nigga you hungry?)
Dawg, hungrier than three niggas
Grit's and oatmeal, no time to cook though
Fuck it i'll grab that
Left-over cold cut combo
And now the stomach's at ease
I'm bout the jet, but first grab
The beeper, the ring, the wallet, and keys
And now i'm ready for the street
Lookin neat
Smellin sweet from my teeth to my fuckin feet
I guees it's part of my job (what job nigga)
Being colder then cold, smoother then smooth
Shiver then shive
So if you catch my in the club don't say shit
Sweatin a nigga like Micheal Lawrence
Tyler don't pay bitch
Cause, I ain't that nigga thats
Gonna play with ya or stay with ya
But i'll damn sure lay with ya
Cause i'm that type of nigga to tell
A bitch that I love em quick
Better but not beleive it though
(why) cause I ain't bout shit
That nigga ain't shit
That nigga ain't bout shit
That nigga ain't shit