Mystikal - That's The Ni**a lyrics
[Mystikal - That's The Ni**a lyrics]
Say K, are we gon' lay up back?
Kick this bitch raw, you heard me
Microphone check, check, check one
Microphone check, check, check two
Microphone check, check, check three
Microphone check, check, check four
What y'all niggas wanna do
How y'all gon' do it?
Check, check one, kick this shit raw
Y'all know me
They say that's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
Turn your hands towards your ass
An' say bye bye
From the South side, South side
Puff ya ya ya nothin' but the fire ya
Eardrums snatchin', champion
Cheap rhyme busters 'Til the day I die
I say I lie
Bitch, I'll be fuckin' on your grave singin'
Ay la ba
I throw 'em off, I'm two scoops from coo coo
I swoosh through your fruit loops
Poo poo in your Fubu
Y'all niggas remember what happened
To that mosquito
Stop your water, turn off your gas
Cut off your lights move you out, cut your
Grass, watch your kids, fuck your wife
Like a bacon, egg an' cheese sandwich
I'm good
Come an' let me take you by
The hand an' walk ya
I'm the thief in the night that
Slide your drawers off ya
Watch where ya steppin', I'm a verbal weapon
Bring more pain then when John
Wayne came on old westerns
What is the actual fuckin' meanin'?
I come in this bitch without leavin'
This bitch that think we leanin'
It's been like that since way back
I used to rock eight tracks
Before I rocked eight decks
Concepts goin', stay fat, concerts goin'
Stay packed
Ownership's goin', stay black, nigga
This is payback i scrape ya somethin'
Crawlin' to establishment
Now I'm Country Club livin'
From the scribble, scrabblin' my talent
Proper, proper droppin' somethin' decent
Y'all niggas is as fucked up
As Santa Clause for Easter
I'm a keep comin' as long
As KLC keep drummin'
An' the only way to stop me
Is call the people for me fuck them people
I'll fuck over you if I have to
That's the nigga, that's that bastard
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's that bastard
I'm that nigga, I'm that the nigga
I'm that nigga, I'm that the nigga
I'm that nigga, I'm that the nigga
I'm that nigga, I'm that the nigga
Who that with that say they can't sell, boy?
They from third ward, I'm from 12th ward
The guitars on these boys an'
Get down an' go off
All sides get high when they ride to my words
They mine an' they high when
I'm live in concert
I don't need nine or ten pack
Of niggas rappin' with me, I'm independent
Make frontin'
Stuntin' niggas lose their stomach
They lose their clout, they lose their cool
An' after I come in this bitch
They lose their woman
Hello Ghetto Fabulous an' big
Mansions an' fine fabrics like a man
My money an' my pussy come automatic
You don't wanna status with
A hardcore rhyme fanatic
Full speed dead at it, vocabulary acrobatic
That's him, that's that rapper
That's the man, that's the nigga
That's that bastard
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
What is the actually fuckin' meanin'?
Kick this bitch raw, you heard me
Microphone check, check, check one
Microphone check, check, check two
Microphone check, check, check three
Microphone check, check, check four
What y'all niggas wanna do
How y'all gon' do it?
Check, check one, kick this shit raw
Y'all know me
They say that's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
Turn your hands towards your ass
An' say bye bye
From the South side, South side
Puff ya ya ya nothin' but the fire ya
Eardrums snatchin', champion
Cheap rhyme busters 'Til the day I die
I say I lie
Bitch, I'll be fuckin' on your grave singin'
Ay la ba
I throw 'em off, I'm two scoops from coo coo
I swoosh through your fruit loops
Poo poo in your Fubu
Y'all niggas remember what happened
To that mosquito
Stop your water, turn off your gas
Cut off your lights move you out, cut your
Grass, watch your kids, fuck your wife
Like a bacon, egg an' cheese sandwich
I'm good
Come an' let me take you by
The hand an' walk ya
I'm the thief in the night that
Slide your drawers off ya
Watch where ya steppin', I'm a verbal weapon
Bring more pain then when John
Wayne came on old westerns
What is the actual fuckin' meanin'?
I come in this bitch without leavin'
This bitch that think we leanin'
It's been like that since way back
I used to rock eight tracks
Before I rocked eight decks
Concepts goin', stay fat, concerts goin'
Stay packed
Ownership's goin', stay black, nigga
This is payback i scrape ya somethin'
Crawlin' to establishment
Now I'm Country Club livin'
From the scribble, scrabblin' my talent
Proper, proper droppin' somethin' decent
Y'all niggas is as fucked up
As Santa Clause for Easter
I'm a keep comin' as long
As KLC keep drummin'
An' the only way to stop me
Is call the people for me fuck them people
I'll fuck over you if I have to
That's the nigga, that's that bastard
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's that bastard
I'm that nigga, I'm that the nigga
I'm that nigga, I'm that the nigga
I'm that nigga, I'm that the nigga
I'm that nigga, I'm that the nigga
Who that with that say they can't sell, boy?
They from third ward, I'm from 12th ward
The guitars on these boys an'
Get down an' go off
All sides get high when they ride to my words
They mine an' they high when
I'm live in concert
I don't need nine or ten pack
Of niggas rappin' with me, I'm independent
Make frontin'
Stuntin' niggas lose their stomach
They lose their clout, they lose their cool
An' after I come in this bitch
They lose their woman
Hello Ghetto Fabulous an' big
Mansions an' fine fabrics like a man
My money an' my pussy come automatic
You don't wanna status with
A hardcore rhyme fanatic
Full speed dead at it, vocabulary acrobatic
That's him, that's that rapper
That's the man, that's the nigga
That's that bastard
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga
What is the actually fuckin' meanin'?