Mystikal - Neck Of Da Woodz текст песни

Mystikal-
(Intro)
Mystikal and Outkast, I'm representin......

I'm not for the big bucks, no wammies,
You can't stand it,
Make um feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami,
Handle'n with my man and'um in Atlanta.
And they play me cuz they know I bring the kinda s--- you feelin as I'm sayin it
I'm like an NBA so thumb or pawn shop tech nine, bitch I'm know for jam'n.
Smoke merry, merry, merry
Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary,
I bust through, intrude, move through, distractions.
Risks and hits and blows don't lose no traction.
I threw a round of flip flop flip flop back at um
If a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the cannon
And the um God knuckle up boy ??, don't be no f---ed boy
Me and Guillotine we run some ni--as in a big truck boy
Run flat boy, run that boy.
Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy
I bring flames to a four alarm fire
I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer
I hit the door,
I'm blowin him like southern band
And they always tryin to find something to say about the brother man.
I invent em flip em and send em
Rhymes get you jumped like I pulled (?) over ya
Guess what, this is a stick up
Give me back my s--- before I start pickin bricks up
Garbage mc's better run for it
Don't come this way cuz you can't walk on this side of the yard, for it
And respect me for takin it to um
So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woodz

(Chorus) x2
If it don't bump off in the club you can't rock,
If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knock,
If you round our neck of the woods you better stop,
Cuz the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, aaouu

Big Boi-
All a the heat rise to the beat wise
To that nigga that spit that street fire
Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin em out of the park like Mark Mcgwire
Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto
You're bitch made like Dorothy
You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you Cocoa
Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy
But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G?
I take my thirteen shot , don't U know my style is drunken
And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin
Givin you somethin to beat the block with,
eet the cops with My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this
The D-u-n-g-o-n, family, merrily
Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it's scaring me,
But I live, gotta given, one double ohh percent above the rest yeah
With the fat sacks, gon burst that, and you know that, yea

(Chorus) x2

Dre-
(BIG BOY: Hey, what's your name?)
Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here
Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun
Reason for a gun, only one
Strong believer in self-preservation
Aahhhhh, OOF!
Hit that state up in views
City of forgotten fate, County of the blues
Street address Generation X Avenue, new, new.
But Generation Y, high, to the point that I drink
Runnin on a new one
Walkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn, and some church socks
What if I told you that even if you made clocks?
Stops, time rewinds ee what he finds
Then rearrange and change things that's on your mind
Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter?
Would you holler that I'm live and ask another
Or take no heat and run for cover

(Chorus) x4