[Intro: Mystikal]
This is Mystikal and Outkast
I'm representin'
[Verse 1: Mystikal]
I'm out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIES, goddammit
You can't stand it!
Make 'em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami
Handlin' with my man 'nem in Atlanta
And they payin' me 'cause they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin' as I'm sayin it
I'm like the NBA sore thumb
Or a pawn shop Tec 9, bitch, I'm known for jammin'
Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary
Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary
I bust through, intrude, move through distractions
Withstand hits and blows, don't lose no traction
I threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at em
If a nigga come in clown then I'm gon' get the cannon
And then get God back
Knuckle up boy, don't be no fuck boy
Me and Guillotine we run some niggas in a big truck boy
Run flat boy, run that boy
Bitch, where I'mma send you, you can't come back, boy
I bring flames to a four alarm fire
I wash him up and wring him out, now throw him in the dryer
I hit the door, I'm blowin' him like Southern band
And they always tryin' to find something to say about the brotherman
I invent 'em, flip 'em, and send 'em
Rhymes get jumped off like I pulled King Kong for ya
Guess what? This is a stick-up
Give me back my shit before I start pickin' bricks up
Garbage MCs better 'run, Forest'
Don't come this way 'cause you can't walk on this side of the yard forty
And respect me for takin' it to 'em
So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods
This is Mystikal and Outkast
I'm representin'
[Verse 1: Mystikal]
I'm out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIES, goddammit
You can't stand it!
Make 'em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami
Handlin' with my man 'nem in Atlanta
And they payin' me 'cause they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin' as I'm sayin it
I'm like the NBA sore thumb
Or a pawn shop Tec 9, bitch, I'm known for jammin'
Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary
Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary
I bust through, intrude, move through distractions
Withstand hits and blows, don't lose no traction
I threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at em
If a nigga come in clown then I'm gon' get the cannon
And then get God back
Knuckle up boy, don't be no fuck boy
Me and Guillotine we run some niggas in a big truck boy
Run flat boy, run that boy
Bitch, where I'mma send you, you can't come back, boy
I bring flames to a four alarm fire
I wash him up and wring him out, now throw him in the dryer
I hit the door, I'm blowin' him like Southern band
And they always tryin' to find something to say about the brotherman
I invent 'em, flip 'em, and send 'em
Rhymes get jumped off like I pulled King Kong for ya
Guess what? This is a stick-up
Give me back my shit before I start pickin' bricks up
Garbage MCs better 'run, Forest'
Don't come this way 'cause you can't walk on this side of the yard forty
And respect me for takin' it to 'em
So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods
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