RBL Posse, Mystikal, Big Lurch - How We Comin' (Southern Fried Mix) lyrics
[RBL Posse, Mystikal, Big Lurch - How We Comin' Southern Fried Mix lyrics]
You all been waitin for that
Shit that slap yo mama like she
The average stank ho bitch (I'm
Comin)
Can't you smell them bodies gettin fried
(I'm comin) o-o-o ooh, you ain't never lied
(How we comin')
Somebody said we comin hella high
(How we comin)
O-o-o ooh, you ain't never lied
(juss sit back an peep nigga, I'm comin)
Check these flows we deliver
Makin the hardest rapper shiver
When a killa touch the mic
I'm givin him blows
To the brain like Mike and despite
Them faulty ass niggas who try to cross me
Smel of coffee, cuz it's burnin
I'm gettin that money like Mike Vernon
While ya learin, we teachin, you reapin
What yo soul
See the whole load is gettin heavy
Now ya ready, to pull a lick
I'm pullin a switch
Pullin yo black mask down
I put my fuckin mash down so now
You know that dog in me maybe that hog in me
Got me runnin around town wit
No love an actin thuggishly
But ruggidly I'm comin
My nigga Ric Roc passed the Glock
Now we dumpin we dumpin
Comin, pumpin brain waves wit no assumptions
I'm ready to ruin somethin
If you want it, come get it I'm bumpin
Wigs, get split quick, fuckin wit this
You don't understand
This ain't yo average man
Matter fact I'm a buck, buck, buckin
An leavin you shell struck an I'm
Dumpin yo ass wit precussions
No disscussions
Juss bustin 9 millimeters disperstin
And the worse you been cursed
In a hearse and watchin all you extersions
Lay down to your knees and your worryin
Evaporatin for purgerin, an disturbin 'em
Hit the nerve and then we sweet swervin
Back to the hood to get a lil bit mo pervin
I'm one of the fresh mutha
Fuckas tattooed for the murderin
And didn't nobody have to go and bury him
I'm walkin down the street wit a Glock
An my loons ain't to be played in this game
Nigga I'm hurtin 'em
Oooh most deceiving to the soul negros
Will come from near and far
Juss to find out who we are
We are rBL big Lurch, Hitman, mystikal
This is how we comin
Now who these niggas who's always frontin
Like talkin behind our back
Scared to confront the strap
We can let it all react
Or we can take 10 paces back
And watch your brains collapse
Or we can handle this like
Gentlemen and juss scrap
Try and cross me like longitude, latitude
I show no gratitude to another
Nigga wit an attitude i gets to taggin fools
Hittin roofs like, Rictor Rooter
You get dumped calls
I make house calls like Roto-Rooter
Hoes be ridin my dick like a scooter
Maybe cuz we swerve
Fuck around wit these hoes on the curb
While I get the bullets reserved the nerve
Somebody's always tryin to tell me
What my title bout get served
It don't take like rocket scientist
To figure this out when I emerge
I'm on like National Geographics
When I have this
My clicks got graphics like Sega Saturn
Which is only like 32-bit's
Blow you to bit's
These pieces is bad for your health
So put a quarter in yo ass
Cuz you played your self
Nasty vomit, mildew
Rottin I'm the violentest
I make the most advanced hightech state
Of the art rapper sound childish
No matter how hard you try
You can't come no where round us
Even if you scream at the top of your lungs
(AHHH) i'm a still be the loudest
HAAAAAAAAA! Wildest
Hand full of niggas ain't gonna get hurt
Rest of y'all niggas gettin dimolished
Red peppers and hot tamales
It's the nigga that's gonna be
Tighter than grip plyers
Cussin like Richard Pryor
I came down here, fixin to bust yo head
Don't try an sleep on me nigga
You gonna have nightmares bout what I said
Mouths get busted
Ooh you know you gonna get rushed
Nigga put it together
Wiped out and brushed up
Comin from the bottom of sound
Elevation to the occassion
This ain't no fuckin past time
Bitch THIS AN OCCUPATION!
So fool what you talkin bout, where my money?
Or wit my fist down yo mutha
Fuckin throat hOW I BE COMIN!
An I swam, all the way from the
Shark infested waters of New Orleans, to
The Golden Gate Bridge
An I've never seen playas like this spittin
Game all the way from Dallas, Texas
All the way to Alabama hate, money
And Ric Roc we have Big Lurch, RBL
And that nigga Mystikal bATCH! Ha
I'm comin! How we comin!