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Mystikal
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That's That Shit
作词:Chad Hugo, Craig Lawson, Michael Tyler, Pharrell Williams
Shit, shit, Mystikal That's that, that's that That's that, that's that That's that, that's that That's that shit
That's the reason the bitches be trying to get the worm out the zipper That's the reason niggas gon' have to learn that I'm the ripper Scrape up crumbs and turn 'em into nickels Then bounce 'em into dimes then I turn 'em into flippers
I can't do my rhymes like you do yo rhymes 'cause it isn't You can't make your shit try to sound like mine 'cause it isn't I run right at the top of the line, get your mind right nigga Murder was the case 'cause I shine at night nigga
The man with the braids in his hair, two tounged live nigga Let him fire nigga, I ride with five niggas Live from the west and I bring it back home Ducked off in the bonneville, blowing up the zone
Roamin', cutting up on my cell phone Hundred miles per hour in the wind and I'm gone Watch them jails find the twenty inch wheels twirls Hoes hatin' in the back, fuck 'em girl
I stand up like a pit, swingin' my big dick Take a picture, feet stickin' like scotch tape bitch I swear to God I'll fuck over yay yay Have you sitting on your porch, gettin' pushed in your rocking chair
That's that, that's that That's that, that's that That's that, that's that That's that shit
That's that, that's that That's that, that's that That's that, that's that That's that shit
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 I come in to put my two cents on a two inch Tearing down the fuckin' building and the blue prints Any sign of intrudence, come your ass down here And ask them who the fool is Raise your hand and talk to the teacher, no, students, students
I like to sing a about the boota and the tooters Smoke the purple bubble gum, merge crazy blue vooda Y'all past tense, I'm the black prince ruler Sharp shooter, chopatula to talula
Point blank bitch, gone, gone Full blast turning up the water all the way on Hi, my name is, Mystikal
I handle my business, deliver my lyrics ever since I hit the door When I come around in this muthafucka your arms fall off You can't touch me, your jaw break, you don't say nothing Fuck around and let my second wind kick in I better be makin' you feel like the booty that the dick went in bitch
That's that, that's that That's that, that's that That's that, that's that That's that shit
That's that, that's that That's that, that's that That's that, that's that That's that shit
That's that, that's that shit That's that, that's that shit bitch That's that, thats that Thats that shit
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