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Mystikal - Alright lyrics
* send corrections to the typist Who Alright Who Uh Alright Who I see uhh, y'all don't understand huh Alright But, let me see if I can uhh (who) Make it a lil mo clearer for y'all Can't walk on water or jump over buildings or nothing But I was the first to get ya hurt and get the fuck out rapper So pay attention to what I put on the chalkboard I'm the start of the concrete The lyrical lawnmower You can say this the house I built Off'a shit bitch fuck dat Non filt ba'dat-tat-tat Boom boom boom Your Louisiana number one Zorro of the two boom Get caught Roll thru Hold back Come short Go gold Fall off Fuck dat I told ya I was coming back harder and I meant that shit Yea I mad a couple million dollars last year But I spent that bitch Like martin Luther king ya'll project jealous And ya want me killed Like the white man from town Got me on the scope But I won't stand still Cause I put the haaa-o in da hot sauce And the jaguar with the top off See I started it CHORUS Who, who, who, who, who, who MYSTIKAL! Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright See I started it Who, who, who, who, who, who BIG TRUCK! Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright JIVE RECORDS! Verse 2 And I do not like to promote violence Or diss other artists or nothin' But I'm faithful to gumbo And it's killed to be killed The game Jack knife Cutthroat Let it rip Don't hold back shit Nigga say what ya feel, Fa eva It's graphic and explicit But I be rappin' up in dis bitch That's how I do it when I kick it And who-eva it is that complain Only reason you got somethin' to say if I'm late Cause I'm the only reason you came This is for the grown folks And if you don't like what I'm doin' You can suck my daddy long stroke Been crunk Been trunk tight Those was the school days Gamma Phi Kappa Si If ya stumble They don't see ya nigga Play it off But if they disrespect you Front ya Take they head off So this is what it's come to Don't give a fuck Nigga what Nigga who CHORUS Verse 3 I thought I heard you talkin' shit And you ain't got nothin' out So nigga fuck where you come from Nigga fuck what you talkin' 'bout Heads rolled Less bread I'm talkin' my way Some'o bitch ass nigga with somethin' to say I' on think ya'll know how serious I be And how real I be getting' when I be up in here kickin' dis shit I guess I'mma have to show you Take a picture No sympathy See my face and remember me CHORUS |
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