Tekst :

Hey there, Sup boo?
Whats happenin?
Come holla at me
Naww come here, Yuh I got somthin for you
Its gon make ya say Ungh
I aint sayin nothin, Yall jus playin
Comere, why you actin like that?
Naw for real, come ere tho, Mmm hmmmm

You got that fire
Aint to fly, But When I jus walked by ya
Hands at your side, Dont you know I aint your average buya
I thought you live on the twelve-hundred block on Tecnuiqe
By tha studio apartments, right off 70 street
She said ya, How do you know that?
I said you live next door to my friend
Her name tazra
She said, Oh you know tim?
I said ya we use ta kick it man, What about it?
She said no thats cool, Thats my girl
Dont take it how it sounded
She said you mean
I said who told ya?
me and you can make music, dats kinda what im hopin for
movin like im automated
what we bakin?
mixin, blendin and twisted
tha neighbors gonn be listenin
She said Slow down baby, movin kinda swift
Besides we just met I usually dont get down like this
I said Dont even trip I got you!
She said, You sure?
I said Yup I got to!

Put tha dick on tha track, and make em sang
Put the needle to the grove x2
Them otha niggaz aint gonna do what i do!

When i hit ya with tha tenor
Say sapreno
When your moanin
we aint gonna stop makin racket
Till in the mornin
I say baby kick it wit me all nite
safe sex, like pot holder on my mic!
Commin thru the woofer, In your speaker
when we freakin, I can see you gettin hot
why you weakinin? Climaxin
While im rappin
Whats my name, and who its for?
dats what im askin
spitin like wax
all over 64 tracks
remember shock ta knock you sax
symbols, and high hats
gettin nasty with the music
to be funky like a bass line
Disregard it and get ya good sing
Aint no red lights, When i take mine
Im havin sexual intercourse with the chorus
screamin! hot vocals got your adlibs gettin hoarse
sweatin the whole session, your circuits burnt
She said baby dont beat it down no more
Its just the second Verse!

First time I laid eyes on ya I was like zaaam
Tell me, girl where you goin? whats your name?
she said Pam
and I think its only better that you know who I am
Im the man they make high, like the melophones in southern japan
the way I work my aucustics, aint no comparin
very rough and aggresive when i lay em
Huffin and puffin, Right when I see em
Ya breakin it down so scandalouz
She got me thinkin, when else
Im touchin ya like a massager
Ill be bustin off soon as ya touch me in
you can hear It through the soundproof booth
Fuckin up the roof!
Dont stop, she on top
And im watchin em jiggle
no more preachin and minglin
She pregnant with my singer
I dont be kissin and tellin
But its gotta be told
Now im 500 dollas short
unless we got married, I wed till I was old
To infinite, Im plannin our future
Its jus gonn be me, you, nobody else, MIne and Mystikal Junior!

How that feel?
Com here, Take dem headphones off
Turn around little baby
I put tha dick on the track, ya feel me
Its like when i get on the track
I have sex with it, I make out with it
We make woopie, we do the nasty
Anyone wanna jus jump on and rush it?
Im gonna spend time wit you
I aint quitin halfway

Tekst :

Time to get with ya
What ya think nigga
Time to get with ya
What ya think nigga

I already done told ya niggaz
Shit I showed y all niggaz
When I slaughtered ya niggaz
This how I sold ya niggaz
Bitch if ya put yourself in a fight
Here me kick it
I get flashlight how we get it with it specific and artistic
Spare rhymes and rough drafts get it done tighter
I stay clear you cut the war underwear
I ll hold ya back nigga cause ya shystie
When my blood start bubblin I get fystie
Laced with cyanide
hard education if somebody try to bite me
Scratchy, flows come across hypely
Closer than your fuckin icy
Reaching my level is highly unlikely
Precisely I m the right king I be
Why in the sam hell would you take it upon yourself to ever try me
Got be suffering some type of fault or malfunction
You don t want this situation to get both dangerous and rambunctious
Why y all be thinking about beef I be thinking bout big numbers
On top of things running shit why you bitches going under
If I take your ass on this track it ll probably defeat the purpose
Cause that half ass material you putting out
probably ain t gone never surface
You harmless, you couldn t blow the bomb up
Couldn t keep up the pace I set
I ll whoop your ass with my warm-ups
Entertainer rap composer and performer
Map located on the southern corner
I m making the way like they at a parade
Niggaz get fitted for graves for going for brave
When them bullets get sprayed
So I ain t no hangman no gang bang
Shit, I m trying to change things
We stuck on the same thang
Stealing draws from Les Unplauge
Then I can go back to the trunks of cars of the upper esilonge
Blunts and guns roll like M1s tasers
Smoke weed all the way to the bank
Nigga what the fuck you think

[Chorus]

What cha thank nigga

[Verse-2]

Fuck ya ll niggaz think bad lines and bad words serving their purpose
Doing videos and movie soundtracks and tv commercials
Independent, smoke herb
Walking this thing throughout your suburb
Got young niggaz switching suburbans
The tempo I run when I run around like a tortoise
Your mom say run when I hear they come
ta get they titty slick and they pussies murdered
Low down dirty
Big old niggaz burn down the barn to make million dollar merges
Never mix no bullshit with your business
I ll snatch ya pull your head out ya ass that mothafuckin stay down
there til I finish
If I cut ya down I m gone make you look bad
I m gone make them look at you
the same way they look at the back of a dog s ass
Hit it tell us, stomp through this mothafucka like elephants
Swing though this bitch like apes and fly by you bitches like pelicans
Playa haters are of no relevance
I m striving on intelligence
And changing like them elements
If you was up to my level I d probably wail all on ya
But you ain t bitch you bumb time don t tell on ya
What the fuck you think its time to come up
And profit off the shit we sell
Rode the band with BL why I gotta chance to back up with KL
Nigga next to me your shit be seeming fake
You bests to move your fucking finger
While I cuts my piece off the tank cake
Move them ugly mothafuckas show me your mean face
But stick your fingers in your mothafucking ears
Cause these niggaz be dropping some mean bass
Cause it ain t gone be no more after me
It ain t no limit to these young black hustlers
ask that nigga Master P
It has to pe the paper if ya ask me man
Ya ll niggaz know ya can t hang
Nigga, what the fuck you think

[Chorus till fade]

Tekst :

A brief tone
(Mystikal)
Miss Michelle Tyler: Sweet, beautiful,
intelligent, talented, creative, and
crazy as hell. And missed more than
anything in the world.
Thank you for being the best sister
a brother could of ever wanted.
Twenty-four years. Laughter and joy.
Sure is gon´ be hard not being able
to see your smile again, baby.
So, I guess, I´ll just hold onto
all the memories that we did share,
until we meet again.
Anyway, I did it Chell. We did it.
I wish you could of been there
for the finishin´ touches,
but it´s all good,
cause your gonna always
be in my heart.
Oh, thank you for hoopin´ on
I´m Not That Nigga for me.
You did that, baby. You
were already a angel, so
I guess your just goin´ home.
And, I know that heavenly
choir sound good up there, now.
They one more strong.
So, you keep singin´ baby,
and I´m gonna keep you in my heart
and my thoughts.
I love you.

Tu peux venir te poser sur moi
Je ne veux rien t imposer
Restes aussi longtemps que tu voudras
Si le voyage à mes cotés
Peut simplement te garder
Aussi libre que moi
Aussi libre que moi
Aussi libre qu on soit

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