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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mystikal
Mystikal
Vocals
Outkast
Outkast
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Tyler
Michael Tyler
Songwriter
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
André "3000" Benjamin
André "3000" Benjamin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Earthtone III
Earthtone III
Producer
Ralph Cacciurri
Ralph Cacciurri
Recording Engineer
Daniel Kresco
Daniel Kresco
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jason Rome
Jason Rome
Assistant Recording Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

This is, Mystikal and Outkast I'm representin" I'm out for the big bucks and no whammies goddammit You can't stand it Make 'em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami Handlin' with my man 'nem in Atlanta And they play me 'cos they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin as I'm sayin it I'm like the NBA, sore thumb or pawn shop tech nine Bitch I'm known for jammin' Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary I bust through, intrude, move through distractions Withstand hits and blows don't lose no traction I threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at 'em If a nigga comin' clown then I'm going get the cannon And then get God back Knuckle up boy, don't be no fucked boy Me and Guillotine we run some niggas 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 set you jumped like I poured king cobra over ya Guess what, this is a stick up Give me back my shit before I start pickin' bricks up Garbage MC's better run for it Don't come this way 'cos you can't walk On this side of the yard and respect me for takin it to 'em So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah yeah Mystikal and Outkast, ha ha If it don't bump off in the club, you can't rock If it ain't eight o eight in the trunk, it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods, you better stop 'Cos the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahh If it don't bump off in the club, you can't rock If it ain't eight o eight in the trunk, it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods, you better stop 'Cos the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahh 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 gonna call you cocoa Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy But rhyming and double timing, what is you saying? I take my thirteen shot I pray 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 Meet the cops with my stamina's incredible So sucka don't try to stop this the d-u-n-g-e-o-n family Merrily life is but a dream I mean a nightmare 'cos it's scarin' me but I live Gotta give one double O percent above the rest Yeah that daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, yeah Yeah know that east point never stop like that All the way to decatur If it don't bump off in the club, you can't rock If it ain't eight o eight in the trunk, it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods, you better stop 'Cos the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahh If it don't bump off in the club you can't rock If it ain't eight o eight in the trunk it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods you better stop 'Cos the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahh Hey, what's your name? Andre three thousand, 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 In the state of confused City of forgotten fate, county of the blues Street address, generation X avenue 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, see what he finds Then re-arrange 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? If it don't bump off in the club, you can't rock If it ain't eight o eight in the trunk, it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods, you better stop 'Cos the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahh If it don't bump off in the club, you can't rock If it ain't eight o eight in the trunk, it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods, you better stop 'Cos the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahh If it don't bump off in the club, you can't rock If it ain't eight o eight in the trunk, it ain't knock If you round our neck of the woods, you better stop 'Cos the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahh
Writer(s): Michael Tyler, Antwan Patton, Andre Benjamin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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