Текст песни Mystikal - The Return
Mystikal - The Return слова песни
The ReturnThis one here (The Return), this for my dirty disco dancin`, low-down, no good mutha fuckas (the braided-up pimp is back)The return of the shit-talkerThe lyrical explicit contentThe original mutha fuckerI rip the surf, I hit the worst like brass knuckles (damn)Give em crushes, bust ass and smash recordsI live it how I talk itI bring it how I feel itThis my spot `cause I done marked itI show the teeth between waitin` and eatin`Bitch, I stay agressive like it`s matin` seasonI`m hot, you gotta put me where I belongOn top, I`m guaranteed to fuck up everything I get onYou lovin` everything I put outI keep it real do what you lin-ike in the riz-ep in the sin-outh!Hoes say, "Ooh, he a donkey!"And baby you gon` find out when I hit you with that RaunchyDon`t let me put you in that V-90You want this kinda fuckin`, bitch it`s just fine[Hook]It`s my turn! SHIT! It`s my timeWatch out there nowYou fuckin` with my groove (it`s the return)The braided up pimp is backIt`s safe to say I`m old school (way back)I went from 4-track to the A-DATAnd from A-DAT to the Pro-ToolsDreamin` of layin` that hot shitNow what would make you think that I ain`t the manPlayin` hit, bit, don`t quit, `cause you know you not itAin`t my family, tell ya, I can`t complainTighter or hype they can`t half bangEven appeal to older people, they say, "Oh, yeah, he bad!"I still be jammin` off the last oneI said, "Where you get that, Pops?"He said, "I stole it from my grandson"Now you know me when I step throughThey say, "Son, I got yo record. Ain`t you James Brown`s nephew" (heeey!)I keep `em movin`, leave `em thinkin`I`m wrestled and respected like Aretha Franklin (all I`m askin`)All nigga, part-time lover (BANG!)It`s my turn, watch out there mutha fucker[Hook]`Cause then when that I rock the beat, now I can need influence I`m fire, fire, off the hook, Michael Tyler, how you doin`Take that out and leave me onKerry, Ves, Stevie, Jack, Beezy Boy, DJ RonSo, when they ask you, you can tell itAlready signed Shonnie and MaxminelliThey fuckin` with the Belly Boys fo shoThe Guillotine, O.G. Bone, and the rest of themOh, yeah, King Yella, that`s my nizzleOh, that`s my brother Reesy and my brother B-KizzleI`m just a fashion rap recite (bark)That`s Happ, that`s Shot, that`s Roc, and he tightThis time I`m fuckin` with the Poisonous DartBitches in line waitin` for the party to startWe buyin` rides without leases`Cause this year niggas runnin` rockin` Big Truck pieces[Hook]