Текст песни Mystikal - Beware
Mystikal - Beware слова песни
Chorus:<lots of noises by Mystikal>First Verse:BEWARE!The man with the braids done walked inMild mannered like Clark KentI`M rougher and tougher than dead shark skinThis man gonna be have you flippin` like the pages of (???)Evil like CruellaFive minutes later I`ma still be hard as an armadilloRoll like an eighteen wheelerShinin` like the slipperOf CinderellaAnd bad weatherAnd acapellaTHIS FELLATOP SELLER!!!!Gonna be that way til` I`m old as MandelaSTILL GETTIN` BETTER!!!!!Writin` rhymes I`m best of `emI`m the arrester, I`m the professorI`m the nigga that keep his picture on your girlfriend`s dresserNow reallyTell me what you muthafuckas know about gettin` ROWDYTell your whole Sunday gang bout itBITCH I BEEN BOUT IT!!!!!Now, I kick the rest of you into HASHBOW GRASSHOPPER, BOW TO THE MAN!!!!!!!ChorusSecond Verse:AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!Bet`cha runnin`I bet`cha, bet`cha I`m best that I`m betterRun with a letterSwift as a jet or keep up with the pace setterSparkle like glitterHARD HITTERHOE GO-GETTERSIDE STEPPIN` FROM NO NIGGA!!!!!!Whenever you bitches decide you gonna get too big for your britchesLeavin` you stitchesDiggin` ditchesSufferin` hickeys, cuts, scrapes, bruises, weltsDon`t fuck with the RHYMIN` BLACK BELTWATCH YOURSELF!!!!!!!BOOM!!!!! HERE I GO!!!!!!!BOOM BOOM!!!!!!!! I KNOW!!!!!!!Y`all niggas can`t fuck with the man with two tongues, cuz that`s the way I flowCuz I can get hot like fireAnd you can`t put it out, it`s like tip-toein` on top of barbed wireFor instance, persistanceNo resistance, stay your distanceIs vital to your existanceYou leave it to me to show you the way outI`m never gonna play yaI`LL TAKE YOUR OLD LADYEVEN IF I TOOK MY BRAIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDS OUT!!!!!!!!!ChorusThird Verse:And I`m uh, ready, and it looks like ALL you bitches are rustyY`all can`t buss me, don`t cuss meHit`cha, so much muthafuckin` we gone leave this bitch mustyYou disgust meTrust meWhen Mystikal hits the door, you bitches be SCREAMIN` to touch meI`m the invisible man you can`t see meI`m mackin` illusions and confusionI`m abusin`, your conclusion, and contusions, from the bruisesIssuin` these muthafuckas with the style that them bitches wantFIVE FOOT ELEVEN, screamin` to heavenI say FUCK SHIT GOD DAMNBitch respect me like a reverend, and...Congregation say "Amen"(Amen)Come through this muthafucka swingin` like a CAAAAVEEMAAANAnd you against me, you better not say it go back in the waterCome, come, come, come, come, come, come, comeUP JUMP THE SHIT STORM!!!!!!From the ratsRollin` outSince you wanna BOW muthafuckaBOW to the master!Chorus