Mystikal - The Braids lyrics

Test one one, two, test, motherfucker
Mic check, one, two (Rrr) roof
Fuck a bitch, beat my ass, hoe, damn
Just- just checkin' my shit
I gotta check my shit to
Make sure my shit tight
That's how I do my shit, nigga you know?
Do your shit how you do your shit
It's cool, I ain't trippin', you heard?
I'ma do mine
Don't fuck, don't fuck wit' the braids
You can't fuck
You can't fuck wit' the braids
Don't fuck, don't fuck wit' the braids
You can't fuck
You can't fuck wit' the braids

You can't stop me, cocky
Just watch me, watch me
Ain't gon' be no carbon copies
Drop it, can't mock me, too sloppy
Now stop it
You should've known better, or is
It cause I flow better
They kept me in the shade
But now I'm back, motherfucker
It's the nigga with the cannon for
The tooth swingin' with the braids

Don't fuck, don't fuck wit' the braids
They can't fuck
They can't fuck wit' the braids
Don't fuck, don't fuck wit' the braids
They can't fuck
They can't fuck wit' the braids
Roof, roof, roof, braids
Roof, roof, roof, braids

Right before the dope man
I don't sing but my rhymes gon' bang
Make the ink on the page catch
Flame and it light like propane
No sweat, no blood, no pain, no gain
No card, no deal, no dice, no game, no thang
Giving these bitches something vicious
I got them falling to
Pieces like porcelain dishes i'm dirty
I get all the way down on
The ground wit' the work
Memorize, take a picture, write a book
I don't give a fuck
I learned to fly, ground rip up
I'm here, lay down and give up
Nigga, you ain't gonna leave
Me out my entrance, inches
Count a hundred thousand pennies
Every sentence
Buddatt, buddatt, buddatt, get back
I get very scary like a gat in this bitch
What's happening i rip racks and pop TECs
I'm so poppin' they just got
To rap what I spray
Sometimes I gotta watch what I say
I'm so wild, cause, I'm from 'round where
The crocodiles play
Don't play wit' me now or later
I make you say, "Aww, give it to me
Don't be that way" i'm tellin' ya
Couldn't tell you wit' the mute
I been doing this shit, how to train 'em
How to use 'em just apply the proper respect
I'm tactically selective with
The maximum effect
But eclectic, brown perfected
It just don't get no colder, bitch
If I'm perfected
Y'all niggas couldn't pop a rubberband
You fucking with the man wit' the braids

Wit' the braids
Don't fuck, don't fuck wit' the braids
They can't fuck
They can't fuck wit' the braids
Don't fuck, don't fuck wit' the braids
They can't fuck
They can't fuck wit' the braids
Roof, roof, roof, wit' the braids
Roof, roof, roof, swing the braids

Big spark create a fire, goddamn it
Get into it, get off get down, get cross
Get tied for my Million and my Mychelle
My Mama and my brother and
My nephew and myself
The man upstairs, cause I kept it up
For my niggas, and my rounds, back down
Bout to step it up (step it up)
Put in some cash and some Outkast beats
Hop behind the wheel and come
Out from the fucking backseat
Michael Tyler, rhyme and droating driver
Miracle rip plyer
The fasthold desire! On fire, reach a flyer
Ain't nobody lie
Starting them out of a team, city of Seam
With 100 suckers and a busta
And I'm still clean! Hollering hi ya
Right before I chop you in your throat
Another rapper say I'm on my way
To get the fucking hat and coat
And hit the motherfucking door
You can't stop me! How then
Just watch me, watch me
Ain't gonna be no calling Congress
You can't drop me, you can't block me
Who stop me
It's outside, you should've known better
Is it cause I flow better
They kept me in the shade
But now I'm back motherfuckers
The nigga with the cannon for the two
Swinging with the braids