Текст песни Mia X and Mystikal - Get It Straight
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1st Verse:A lyrical ruckus has eruptedand fucked wit` yo` manhoodWhen I get up and start bustinniggas just be like *ugh*get out my way, from this day on I put a dent in this shitI know a lot of bitches thought it, but mama`s endin` this shitbeen in this shitMy aim is to disfigure yo` styleand put it to sleep because the industry don`t need no freaksmeanwhile, my clique is settin` up shop on yo` blockand KLC got every car, bumpin` these ignorant knocksFuck them cops, and the mics, bitch I know my shit`s tightjust show us pain from the street, is what them niggas likeNo half-steppin`, my hooptie is a legend, shall we talk numbers?Pull my bankbook out, and watch these figures stun ya, run yaWhy you niggas be lyin` on records?Hoes barrin` marked hoes from D.O`s to I don`t know, but check itwhy y`all fakin` tha funk?I raise my right hand trust, everything you see wit` No Limitbelongs to us, let`s get straightChorus: MystikalLet`s get it straight, you gon` know her when you see herthat`s mama, the biggest mama, mama Mia(2 Times)2nd Verse:Now I`m unlady like, my verses hit yo` ears like Boo-Yah!!I wear the pants in every freestyle stance with my verbal hoo-ridedo I, ever slack up on that ass? Hell noI threw the K well away, so it`s so swell it stays sowhat you know about me is just I`m `bout it, `bout itand that our mob`s T-R-U because they rowdy, rowdy, no doubtHey those beats, was meant for me like a cellmatemy brown lips fucked the piss out his 8-0-8Drum kicks, and then they creep like TLCand hella fast with O-Down, Mo B. Dick and Craig BThe beats, by the pound, nigga, best bewarey`all ain`t even comin` close to what they puttin` out thereMy mama, got the drama, for any hoe, but mainly allyou Milli Vanilli hens who ain`t got no pen better knowNo Limit, I represent it, in a minute, to win itwith the gold and platinum finishLet`s get it straightChorus3rd Verse:Late niggas be writin` all kinds of fucked up shitabout my familyP, Silkk, C, and my tank doggs, but we ain`t even trippinpunk critics, nah, you almost cryin`, we`ll buy up everypublication and put you out a job, you still shy, everydaynigga think we can`t?Contemplate before you come to walk against a tankI`m tellin` you one more gin`, may have you where I wantbut best keep hidin` behind them pen names cuz I knowyou don`t, wanna see us, because you wish, for a grantyou hit. One mo` time hoe, and yo` ass gon` meet thefish, of the M-I-Crooked letter-Crooked letter-IHumpback, humpback, I ain`t lyinWe on a mission, wit` nothin` but ebonics comin` throughyo` system, flippin` rocks for phonics, but it`s crimebecause you listeninAnd you bob yo` head, better than a hooker, but yo` jealousygot you hatin` sayin` I woulda`, they shoulda`, they coulda what?!We got the plat-screen property ebbin` us, but most of allwe still black owned and independent, let`s get it straight!Chorus: Both[Mystikal] Let`s get it straight, you gon` know her when you see her that`s mama, the biggest mama, Mama Mia Get it straight, you gon` know her when you see her that`s mama, the baddest mama, Mama Mia Get it straight, you gon` know her when you see her that`s mama, the biggest, baddest mama, Mama Mia Get it straight, Get it Straight![Mia X] Tru...No Limit...Mama Mia...[Mystikal] So the next time you say "Yo Mama", you better slow down, and think about what you doin`![Mia X] I`m out this bitch!!!