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« Here i go ! »
Mystikal

what you what you gon do
what you gon uh

what you what you gon do nigga?

what you what you want what you gon do nigga

Here I Go!!!
HERE I GO!!!
HERE I GO!!!
HERE I GO!!!
HERE I GO!!!

I, know y’all niggaz ain’t fuckin wit me cuz I cant fuck wit my damn self

here I Go!!!

I, know y’all niggaz ain’t fuckin wit me cuz I can’t fuck wit my damn self

Here I Go!!!

Da Man Right Chea!!!
(da man right chea)
Da Man
Da Man Right Chea

mister man right chea!

here I Go!!!
Here I Go!!!

y’all muthafukkaz betta get ready to rumble!!
get in da line like a conga
plastic like plumbin
spicy like gumbo
Y’ALL Muthafukkaz Aint Ready!!!!
hey to dem boyz
get at dem bitches and cut dey ass
as sharp as a machetti
dope I dont, herbs I do,
you bitches probably couldnt see me wit a birds eye view
ooh,
it’s alive, finna make yo head spin
stop walkin da one way to a fukkin dead end
bitch ya yellow, coward-hearted
gotta erase dem boys
get da gas and he can go
get this fukkin fire started
Yo heart jump like a base line bump
you bad enough to meet the alligator in the swamp

here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!

Da Man Right Chea!!

I, know y’all niggaz aint fukkin wit me cuz i cant fukk wit my damn self

Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh,

What you muthafuckas know bout rappin?
(what you muthafuckas know bout rappin?)
Who Put you on the map?
(who put you on the fuckin map?)

I, know y’all niggaz aint fukkin wit me cuz I cant fukk wit my damn self
(my damn self)

Here I Go!!

da Man Right Chea!
(somebody said that you wuz lookin for me!)
Here I Go!
Here I Go!

Uh, Uh,

Damn,
(somebody said that you was lookin for me)
Uh,
(uh)
Uh,
all right
(what you be doin, what you be doin?)

Rhyme slayin,
straight, suckaz Im slayin
hoes Im layin
niggaz can’t barely stand
I got em layin and prayin
the man (....?....)
ask them hoez, I aint playin wit em
Wanna get beef,
I haveta turn my cheek
cock back like like mad max
and knock out one of dem fuckin teeth
Im a mean, gene machine
the exocutioner, be appeased wit gillotine
my lifestyle is rural
I’ll hit on ya poodle
after disaster, have ya sippin on chicken noodle
get ya ass in gear and,
gettin fucked while ya winnin
Im the shark in the dark, Bitch at night dont go swimmin
cuz if you do you doomed
(...?...) I’ll be da king of da looney toons
sweatin and gaspin,
Im a massive assasin
All this smashin and smashin
kickin ass wit a passion
mystikal’s on a role
jus that cold
(ice cold)
Anotha nigga couldnt touch me wit a flagpole
wanna fight Iron Mike
but ya too damn light
like a knife,
I’ll rip ya from ya ass to ya appetite
gangsta
(...?...)
Fuck a (?) I’m the foreign minister
don’t brag fast
wanna battle? BRING A BODY BAG!!
I’m gonna need it, to carry yo stupid ass
I observe, Time to serve
rhymes I heard
like words of King George III
I proceed, to mislead
the sweet hoes i cheated
Devour like its sour like Johnny Appleseed
I intrude,
Hoes call me rude
Bitch I’m smooth,
whatch ya fuckin attitude
blast from the past
curse like I’m mad
I’m like a black cat
on the trail of a fat rat!
You finna overdose and choke off these rhymes I wrote

(somebody said that you wuz lookin for me!!)

here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!
Here I Go!

da Man Right Chea!!!

Im comin straight for yo throat,
like a coyote on a goat
nobody know,
you sweatin me like a hoe
be no,
you hoe
cannot find a antidote
cuz when i start to float
murder he wrote
Huff puff and bluff
come touch this rough stuff
and get cuffed
snuffed buffed and scuffed
you can’t hit this
get with this no witness
I’m bad to da bone, I’ll fuck you up with the quickness
I paid my dues
I’m bad news to fools
I choose you lose
fuck you fools
I wreck Boo-Coo crews
wit the words i use
I’m bout to be feelin like ZZ hill cuz im screamin and screamin and singin the blues
you be (...?...)
I never bled in battle, I refuse to lose
You can bring ya whole posse, bitch I still wont lose
I’ll stomp ya whole staff,
you must want a bloodbath,
fuckin riff-raff
break you in half
and laugh
then snap and served you
I (..?..) and heard you
think about dem words you heard
you fuckin nerd
you tried to probably rob me
dodge me
fuckin fightin makin money on my hobby
freezin degrees
run em up, shut em up, buttered em up
what up?
wanna fight? bitch, put em up
how dat sound?
come get knocked down
bolos I throw bitch you won’t last no round
I bet let’s see
what we can fuck wit next
Step dat ass in the ring
(ding)
and I’mma jab it and jet
Cuz I am the baddest black prince of the south
If you run up, you’ll get knocked the fuck out!!!
pound for pound, blow for blow
we can go
into the ring
Ass whoopin

here I Go!!!
Here I Go!!!
Here I Go!!!

da Man Right Chea!

never Gonna Bounce (the Dream)

[Chorus:]
Neva gon’ bounce, neva, neva gon’ bounce
(Never.... say never) [3X]

Y’all bitches...
Get ya’ mind right
Get’cha, Get’cha mind right [7X]

[1st Verse:]
I’m tryin’ to do my thang like a rap star tryin’ to
stay clean, ache my hands, and avoid the game
but it’s hard. Cuz I can ball dope and get paid
like a muthafucker gotta be another way to pay
T. Tucker, used to roll twenties by the ounce (ounce)
My papa got a brand new mag it’s called bounce.
Crackers wanna label me a nigga man but I’m
a bigga man, I said fuck that or do go to trigga
man. It’s the new somethin’ cream goin’ round,
it started in the saint town and now it move to
ghost town. Said tonight was time but where
your gat? Niggas get WILD when they hear
Botty-at, Booty-at. You bitches tryin’ to pussy-pop
dealin’ herb, slung tapes ten dollas a rock.
Ya gotta take what you NEED, take what you
WANT, slingin’ tapes out the CLUB and tapes
out the TRUNK. When the trigga man bails soft,
take’em to the saint tell him rock another block
party. DJ Irv had that shit bumpin’, T.T. Tucker
had the dance floor jumpin’, whole project
full of hoes (Come on, go T.T., go T.T., go). But
if a nigga jumps stupid i’m blast ya’ (Who put this
fuckin’ thing together?) ME, that’s ME that’s who
I told you don’t fuck with me.

[Chorus]

[2nd Verse:]
Oooh, see I’m the one that you talkin’ bout. Drop
a little red tape and a stone in the sword, and my
pocket got swoll from insurance. I bought a
little more gold and fucked a lotta’ more hoes!
All them bitches know what’s up (How they know,
How they know?) They heard me on the radio
buddah I set up. Where-he-at hittin’ dead home
if it wasn’t bumpin’ in your ride it was bumpin’ in
your headphones. No it ain’t gone to my head
cuz I ain’t gon’ let it, damn it feel good gettin’
sweated, huh, huh, huh. Uptown, downtown,
cross the river, don’t matter cuz I’m the nigga,
the nigga nigga, the nigga nigga. One brick
object (What happened?) couldn’t keep my
muthafuckin’ ass out that project. Shit, that’s
when it happened (What up?) 5-0 busted in
there was a raid and I was captured.

[1st Bridge:]
Alright, all you niggas on the floor right now,
DOWN! Get out the way!
Ay man, why you fuckin’ wit’ me?
I’m the fuckin’ boss, I put this shit together,
I tol’ you that [punch], shut the fuck up, I
don’t give a fuck who you are get your ass
down on the floor!

[Chorus]

[2nd Bridge:]
Man calm down, calm down.
Yo T.T. don’t trip (For Real?), cuz when them
laws let you loose boy we gon’ handle this,
see you gonna get your shot at limelight, but
in the meantime in between time keep your
mind right. (But man they said that I was
wanted) For What? (Narcotics, Homicide,
shoplifting warrant, so much shit I can’t finish.)
This call concludes this minute. [dial tone]
(Hello?, Hello? BITCH, you gon’ hang up on
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Alright [21X]

[Chorus]

Shake that ass, never gonna....