Mystikal - Neck Uv Da Woods lyrics

rate me

This is, Mystikal and Outkast

I'm representin

I'm out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIES

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 play me cuz they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin

as I'm sayin it

I'm like the NBA sore thumb on pawn shop tech nine,

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 comin clown then I'm going get the cannon

And the get God back

Knuckle up boy, don't be no fucked boy

Me and Guillotine we run some niggas in a big truck boy

Run flat boy, run that boy

Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy

I bring flames to a four alarm fire

I wash him up and ring him out and 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 brother man

I invent em flip em and send em

Rhymes set you jumped like I poured King Cobra over ya

Guess what, this is a stick up

Give me back my shit before I start pickin bricks up

Garbage mc's better run for it

Don't come this way cuz you can't walk on this side of the yard, (?)

And respect me for takin it to em

So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods

Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah yeah

Mystikal and Outkast, ha ha

If it don't bump off in the club you can't rock

If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knock

If you round our neck of the woods you better stop

Cuz the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahhhh

All a the heat rise to the beat wise

To that nigga that spit that street fire

Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin em out of the park like Mark Mcgwire

Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto

You're bitch made like Dorothy

You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you Cocoa

Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy

But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G?

I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is drunken

And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin

Givin you somethin to beat the block with, meet the cops with

My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this

The D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family, merrily

Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it's scarin me

But I live, gotta give one double O percent above the rest yeah

That daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, YEAH

Yeah know that East Point never stop like that

All the way to Decatur

Hey, what's your name?

Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here

Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun

Reason for a gun, only one

Strong believer in self-preservation

Aahhhhh, OOF!

in the State of confused

City of forgotten fate, County of the blues

Street address Generation X Avenue

But Generation Y high to the point that I drink

Runnin on a new one

Walkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and some church socks

What if I told you that even if you made clocks?

Stops, time rewinds, see what he finds

Then re-arrange and change things that's on your mind

Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter?

Would you holler that I'm live and ask another?

Or take no heat and run for cover?