Mystikal, Mia X - We Got the Clout lyrics
[Mystikal, Mia X - We Got the Clout lyrics]
Bitch we ain't your standard his
And hers rap duo
Mystikal, Mia X, who the fuck you take us for
You better cover your nose cause
Rhyme flows run like diahrrea
Burn like gonorrhea, that's me and mama Miax
Explicit mistress, unlady like diva
You gonna know when you see her
You stack like you don't know
Now we run this motherfucker
That's what them No Limit Soldiers
Done this motherfucker
Ain't no stopping us now
Long way from finished
Just gettin started, gaining momentum
See our faces on magazines
Hear our music at parties movies and videos
It's kind of hard to avoid us
How many motherfuckers try to come out
The south and don't sell out
Make up all the money, take up all the clout
Mystikal, Mia X we got clout mystikal, Mia X
Mystikal, Mia X
Mystikal, Mia X who the fuck you take us for
Tank mama
(who) mama (mia) drama (what) biggest (mama)
Mama (who) ya'll know Mia
My rhymes are the pins in
All the voo doo dolls
Got your earholes hexed
Mrs x I come to set it off
With the unpredictable big ole (whooo)
Crooked like a roach leg dick nigga Mystikal
And they knows who got the clout all this
On that nigga and that broad with
The tanks around they necks
We connect like infra-red dots
And can't be stopped
Colossals in this game check
The billboard spots, we on top
But chatter knocks and ice
Rocks they can't wait
That's why these No Limit Soldiers
Always break street date
Fakers hate yet they smile
Kissin ass no doubt
But two faces get you punched
Them both in your mouth
Who got the clout, no need to answers that
It's not a matter of who
It's a matter of fact we got the clout
(biggest momma and that nigga Mystikal)
(don't hold on your chest, Bitch let it go)
Whoa, we got tornadoes
Nigga spinnin that ass no doubt
We got the hook up
We bout it bringin the world to the south
(never gon bounce off the billboard count)
(No Limit in there, how they do that there)
Yeah, you can give me trigger
Man and that hard shit
And Mama Mia still gon stay
Up on her guard bitch
(gettin rich makin hit's to the filthy dirty)
(Bitch I'm almost 30
We livin like we slangin birdies)
You heard me
You heard him you know what we bout
You know you can't doubt that
We got the clout (Bitch we got the clout)
And hers rap duo
Mystikal, Mia X, who the fuck you take us for
You better cover your nose cause
Rhyme flows run like diahrrea
Burn like gonorrhea, that's me and mama Miax
Explicit mistress, unlady like diva
You gonna know when you see her
You stack like you don't know
Now we run this motherfucker
That's what them No Limit Soldiers
Done this motherfucker
Ain't no stopping us now
Long way from finished
Just gettin started, gaining momentum
See our faces on magazines
Hear our music at parties movies and videos
It's kind of hard to avoid us
How many motherfuckers try to come out
The south and don't sell out
Make up all the money, take up all the clout
Mystikal, Mia X we got clout mystikal, Mia X
Mystikal, Mia X
Mystikal, Mia X who the fuck you take us for
Tank mama
(who) mama (mia) drama (what) biggest (mama)
Mama (who) ya'll know Mia
My rhymes are the pins in
All the voo doo dolls
Got your earholes hexed
Mrs x I come to set it off
With the unpredictable big ole (whooo)
Crooked like a roach leg dick nigga Mystikal
And they knows who got the clout all this
On that nigga and that broad with
The tanks around they necks
We connect like infra-red dots
And can't be stopped
Colossals in this game check
The billboard spots, we on top
But chatter knocks and ice
Rocks they can't wait
That's why these No Limit Soldiers
Always break street date
Fakers hate yet they smile
Kissin ass no doubt
But two faces get you punched
Them both in your mouth
Who got the clout, no need to answers that
It's not a matter of who
It's a matter of fact we got the clout
(biggest momma and that nigga Mystikal)
(don't hold on your chest, Bitch let it go)
Whoa, we got tornadoes
Nigga spinnin that ass no doubt
We got the hook up
We bout it bringin the world to the south
(never gon bounce off the billboard count)
(No Limit in there, how they do that there)
Yeah, you can give me trigger
Man and that hard shit
And Mama Mia still gon stay
Up on her guard bitch
(gettin rich makin hit's to the filthy dirty)
(Bitch I'm almost 30
We livin like we slangin birdies)
You heard me
You heard him you know what we bout
You know you can't doubt that
We got the clout (Bitch we got the clout)