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Mystikal - If It Ain't Live, It Ain't Me lyrics
[Mystikal] Why.., why why why why Cause I keep bangin' y'all mother-fuckin ass, with this shit If it ain't live, it aint me Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old I'm too hip to drip, I do it to 'em like this I wan't-a load it up, cock back don't miss Y'all ain't goin' believe this Got the preacher's wife talkin' bout rock that shit! All they do is say the mans name You watch how many bitches start comin', it's a damn shame They know I got the wood for 'em If they in the hotel room and get the dick, that's good for 'em Big pussy and it's soft dick time, bitch I got to get'cha, mm-hm, uh-huh.. Tell me what you goin' do If you got your friends with you, you could bring them ho's too Come and turn around, let me get behind you Move somethin' for me baby, I ain't goin' tell no body [Hook] If it ain't live, it aint me Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old If it ain't live, it aint me Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old I'm too hip to drip [Mystikal] When I'm here they got to have it White lines so live they jump off the cabinet It's Micheal Tyler not Black Sabbath It's springin' hunter so watch out for the cat parrot I'm a whole and kaniver, the hot enchilada, Big Truck driver Hittin' hookers is a side high Tuckin' guts stackin' paper formin' lyrics is my real job Got my fingers and my shit tight Got another album and contract bitch get right Form a crowd like a fist fight Take my time with it if it takes me sun-up to midnight [Hook] [Mystikal] I'm too man to try to handle, I'm too bad and loaded too for you to hold Too tight to out-write, too strong to out-sold, too much to out-bust I'll talk shit and cuss, foul-dog rimp and the walk talk spit crush The paper towels and toilet tissue, start your engine set the table Clean your plate and wash the dishes Can I please get a source cup And if they don't give me my grammy, feel so sorry for your mother And after I'm goin' get Jive I done bust my ass, y'all ain't do y'all job [Hook 2x] |
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