Mystikal - Not That Nigga (Remix) lyrics

rate me

I'm the ready type of nigga to play the gangsta

Cause you's probably coolin

But straight off the motherfuckin breast

I ain't comin for no foolishness

100 volts on the mic kept knowin (????) then I'm probably chillin

Tilt that crazy off bottle 'til I'm blitzed

Fuckin yeah nigga yall know that feelin

But I ain't that type of nigga to shoot the shit on my shit list

But I'm that talkin bro nigga thats quick to handle my business

Im makin a run with shit that I've done

Im wavin a gun at shit that you've brung

Make niggas get brung stoned and hung with the slip of a tongue

I unfold a truck-load as I explode

You bitches can't hold the side-door when I'm in my front-load

Im keepin'em (??) I'm keepin'em hype

I'm leavin'em right I'm even uptight

Holdin the mic and say the word FUCK more times then Dolomite

I'm the nigga that got the last words you got served

Smokin fat herbs and gunnin niggas down like back burs

With fast words I'm zipper I'm funky like raptors

And I'm much much more then a mouth full of adverbs and bad words

Stick it to a nig like chop sticks

(? My rapper I'm rapper ?)

More flava more flava more cooler then a tub of Kool-Aid

I'm never in doubt before so nigga then why try

Hittin harder then Popeye slappin motherfuckers like Cha-Cha

I fuck with a capitol "F" put (?) to death (??) crowd def

And I'ma continue to flow until I come up on my last breath

So homie raise up (OH!)

Hold these tricks up (OH!)

See I'm that nigga that tells whether or not a nigga stay now look here

[Chorus x8]

I'm not that nigga

I'm not that nigga

I'm not that nigga to fuck

You been picked off

Keep fuckin wit a nigga like me get hip-tossed

Fuck fightin faggot nigga I know

He jumped your bitch ass like Kriss-Kross

And look at a riddle that I be little

When I'm a jumbo now a fiddle

I jump in your eardrum and play (?Baradiddle?)

Stop wanting to ditch'em

I'm in this bitch and comin out rich

In case yah know 'bout a FIRED UP son of a bitch

Inch by inch as I drench

I'm a sense clench

That bullshit that yall niggas (???????) (?play of a pinch?)

I got the gimmick to make them bitches rough like they can feel me

They can't get near me cause they fear me but yall don't hear me

Just like that bitch I saw

Who hit my fucking car

Look-it-hear I'm playin that hoe from (?Chipiwalk?)

Whatchu talk?

I'm very (?hard pressin?) so niggas can kick this fuckin lesson

I am fluorescent as if caressing from that fuckin crescent

A nigga that know how

Nigga that been to serve (Go Child)

Mamma that pushin shake my head just like they got a loo-ow

So come with the pussy the paper the pen and the pussy now PASS ME THE MIC

Show you around jump on yo' ass just like a (???)

I shot more shit then Shawn Kemp but got more bitches then a world pimp

And got more flavour then a brown shrimp

I'ma be comin out flossin shit that make a nigga gon' talk some shit

But if you ain't brought shit

Then I ain't the nigga to start shit wit'

[Chorus x8]

You couldn't fuck the old but all of a sudden what make you think you can

fuck wit the new shit

You stuck on stupid

I ain't that nigga to fool wit'

A nigga might sprout up talkin about WHAT

The only way to keep my muthafuckin name out your muthafuckin mouth

is keep your muthafuckin mouth shut

I don't step (??????) fire then a gutter

I'm takin'em 10 at a time cause I ain't SCARED of you muthafuckers

I'm strippin'em up

I'm rippin'em up and flippin'em off

And I'ma continue to flow on rhymes then single'em out and choppin'em all up

Making classics

See massive titties and pussies and asses

But got more hoes then a value class

More vicious then BooBoo wash you up like we do

I'm blacker then Voo-Doo, harder then a rough rhyme (????)

Black like Sheep, I'm Cool like Jay in effect like Rex

I'm Grand like Pub huh, huh daddy are you?

I'm Ice like T, rock like Kim fuck it

Spice like One but got more Enemies then the Public nigga

I kick it around (???) (?choke on bread crumb?)

(?Rich'n and pitchin?) (?????) to the hair drum

The bigger opponent nigga thats you

You can't compare a nigga like Mystikal to Skidrow or Ugly Kid Joe

But yet you suddenly pickin terf wit me

You irkin wit me jerkin wit me when I tell your bitch to stop flirting wit me

I'm giving it (?mad house like fan belt?) I came tho

I know you niggas can't fuck wit me cause I can't fuck wit my damn self

I'm making yall mummble (or what I thought of.....)

Nigga you beating me is like cuttin a Philly grass with wire cutters I,

Be keeping to you all so breakin'em off

And still uh, fuck with me you faithful walkin around with pork chop drawers

I'm ready to graze and blaze pump up the gauge and pick up the pace

I'm more deadly then having safe sex, with a bitch with AIDS

A nigga like myself is BAD for you hoe tho

I fucked that bitch one time and now that hoe can't hold herself

That shit be kicks and niggas be smokin in cliques and fuckin'em tricks

I rollin from that Big Easy

Where the buddha are beyond and niggas they rumble, over the least mumbo-jumbo

Standing tall like this Mutumbo but turn that shit to Briant Gumble

That's how we do it when we kick it back on my block

It's pop or get popped

Kill or get killed

Drop or get dropped

And nigga be wondering why they always spunnin is off of some dumb shit

Cause I ain't, cause I ain't, cause I ain't that nigga to fuck with bitch

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