Y'all Ain't Ready Yet (Remix/Dirty LP Version) (Remix/Dirty LP Version)

Y'all Ain't Ready Yet (Remix/Dirty LP Version) (Remix/Dirty LP Version)

Mystikal

(Precise)

Man them niggas can't fuck with you man fuck them niggas man!

(Mystikal)

I know I I I know

I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't

fuck with my damn self

I know I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me I

I know y'all niggaz...

Ungh got damn it took a nigga

thirteen motherfucking years through this shit

bruh I been rappin since La Di Da Di some fucking where

I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz

Aw shit, it's on nigga

Chorus:

I'm still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health

I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me cause I can't fuck with my damn self

When Mystikal hits the door (door closing sound)

See can't nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do

I know y'all niggaz can't fuck with me and they can't but they try to

Some niggaz just need to be warned

It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own

nigga go ring the alarm

Matter fact better know what it take

for the back of your head to hit that grass

Let' s get this straight from the jump

I ain't playing with your bitch ass

These outside niggaz that run to the mic better come clean

Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian

Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring

I'm runnin these niggaz to the jets

to the hills, to the back of the tracks

A-A-ask them hos, did I do that?

I'm coming boisterous with 5 million switches

I'm the man with single and double and triple

and four five six time them bitches

I'm the nigga with the go head, fuckin your bitch up in your bed

standin 5 foot 'leven dick crooked like a roach leg

Much bone and I don't fail a test

Little nigga fuck hos both sides of the river

I can't be fucked with, you can't touch this better grab hold

Bitch I'm so cold I'm like a 24 year-old north pole!

Give a fuck about these raggly ass hoes

Grippin my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds

Makin em stop, (bigidabounce) pause, Like Jubilee All

I'm harder than a nigga watchin' Janet Jackson in draws!

But if ya catch me on the tv, or the radio spell it

M-why-S-T-I-K-A-L y'all ain't ready though!

Chorus 2x

(Precise)

So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style?

I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo spear

See y'all can stop lookin at another nigga

face cause bitch the man right here

You nigga didn't think that I could swing mine

Bitch I'm doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain't lying)

Talking behind my back don't make me no nevermind

Cause all you can say is I'm smarter than Einstein

I'm fire like Cayenne!

You'll never catch me cause I'm swift as a hyena

Gimme the chance I'll rock the lakefront arena

like Teena Marie be rockin Tipitina's (damn Gina)

Tall dark strong long and lean ain't nobody comin cleaner

It's all in the way I lay my game down

Watch me swing with the gillotine rollin round nigga town

But everybody think these niggaz be wantin me

to prove that I'm the man

Bitch I'm colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan

I got no love for no be -i-e-otch

Matter fact's been that way since I was wearin osh kosh be 'gosh

But yet y'all steadily trying to squab bout me

When I come in this door the only thing y'all can do is talk about me

Better get some business about yourself that's what you better do

Matter fact I'm a tell you mother fuckers three things I'm a never do

One : never gonna change my style

Two: never gonna bounce, three: never gonna bow

I'm gettin tired of being sick and tired

Nigga you got a problem with me gettin' high

Suck big dick and die

Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can't fade

the tan shade man with the braids

Bitches peep as I creep through the 12th ward

I done offended these niggaz compare me

to niggaz that gotta practice looking hard

Bitch-a won't leave me alone

I'm not that Thug and I'm not that Ruggish but I do pack Bone

Black prince of the south that's my title

Bitch I'm whoo chka ckha oooooww! bad like Michael

I'm throwin rhymes at a steady flow

(Inhaling) whoo there they go y'all niggaz ain't ready yo

Chorus

Bitch I pimp hos instead of an army petty shit it don't harm me

Bitch I'm entertaining like Cedric and I'm mac like Bernie

I'm black like Menace and I'm g like Slimm

I'm Sporty like T and I'm smooth like Tim

I can click just like the boot camp but I'm conscious like daughter

Bitch I'm insane but um, you still be wantin

to claim that I'm your partner

I'm Down just like Bust plus I'm Ice just like Mike

And I'm the living lyrical miracle I'm just ice like precise

I'm the invisible man you blind you can't see shit

Picture I got more bitches on my dick than bitches at FREAKNIK

Written by EDWARDS, LEROY / TYLER, MICHAEL
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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