Mystikal - Alright
Tekst :
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
Inne utwory
Smoke one Smoked out It yearns Murder 2 Jump What cha think Ghetto child Dick on the track Neck uv da woods Still smokin Big truck driver Shake ya ass Did i do it U would if u could Family Losowe utwory
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