| Y'all Ain't Ready Yet (Remix) By: Mystikal [Intro: Precise] Put yo� money where yo� mouth is, cuz this the remix Put yo� money where yo� mouth is, cuz this the remix [Chorus: Mystikal] Poof! There they go! Poof poof! There they go! Poof! There they go! Y�all ain�t ready, though! Poof! There they go! Poof poof! There they go! Poof! There they go! Y�all ain�t ready, though! [Verse 1: Mystikal] See can't nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do I know y'all clowns can't handle me and they can't but they try to Some of y�all just need to be warned It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own Time to go ring the alarm Matter fact better know what it take for the back of your head to hit that grass Let' s get this straight from the jump I ain't playing with your ass, nigga These outside fellas that run to the mic better come clean Messin� with that Saudi Arabian Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring I'm runnin these fools to the jets to the hills, to the back of the tracks Did I do that? I'm coming boisterous with 5 million switches I'm the man with single and double and triple and four five six time my inches I'm the fella with the go head, slangin� yo� trick up in yo� bed standin 5 foot 'leven, crooked like a roach leg Much bone and I don't fail a test Little fella trick hos both sides of the river I can't be fooled with, you can't do this better grab hold Boy I'm so cold I'm like a 24 year-old north pole! Give a shucks �bout these raggly ass hoes Grippin� my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds Makin em stop, pause, Like Jubilee All I'm harder than a fella watchin' Janet Jackson in draws! But if ya catch me on the tv, or the radio spell it M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L y'all ain't ready though! [Chorus] Poof! There they go! Poof poof! There they go! Poof! There they go! Y�all ain�t ready, though! Poof! There they go! Poof poof! There they go! Poof! There they go! Y�all ain�t ready, though! [Precise] On this remix, I got one thing I needs to ask ya partna [G-Slimm] What�s that? [Mystikal] Alrighty then! [Precise] Can you please explain yo� style? [Verse 2: Mystikal] I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo spear See y'all can stop lookin at another nigga face cause boy the man right here You really didn't think that I could swing mine I'm doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain't lying) Talking behind my back don't make me no nevermind Cause all you can say is I'm smarter than Einstein I'm fire like Cayenne! You'll never catch me cause I'm swift as a hyena Gimme the chance I'll rock the lakefront arena like Teena Marie be rockin Tipitina's (damn Gina) Tall dark strong long and lean ain't nobody comin cleaner It's all in the way I lay my game down Watch me swing with the gillotine rollin round nigga town But everybody think these fools be wantin me to prove that I'm the man Shucks I'm colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan I got no love for no b-i-e-otch Matter fact's been that way since I was wearin osh kosh b'gosh But yet y'all steadily trying to squab bout me When I come in this door the only thing y'all can do is talk about me Better get some business about yourself that's what you better do Matter fact I'm a tell y�all, three things I'm a never do One : never gonna change my style Two: never gonna bounce, three: never goin� bye bye I'm gettin tired of being sick and tired Look you got a problem with me gettin' high [G-Slimm] Git it, git it, git it [Mystikal] Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can't fade the tan shade man with the braids They peep as I creep through the 12th ward I done offended these fellas compare me to fellas that gotta practice looking hard They really won�t leave me �lone But I'm not that Thug and I'm not that Ruggish but I do pack Bone Black prince of the south that's my title I'm whoo chka ckha oooooww! bad like Michael I'm throwin rhymes at a steady flow (Inhaling) whoo there they go y'all ain't ready though [Mystikal] Here I go, here I go, here I go Here I go, here I go, here I go Y�all ain�t ready though! [G-Slimm] Man, them niggaz can�t, can�t, man [Mystikal] Born this for the radio, boys Here we go, here we go, here we go See I pimp hos instead of an army petty punch it don't harm me See look I'm entertaining like Cedric and I'm mac like Bernie I'm black like Menace and I'm g like Slimm I'm Sporty like T and I'm smooth like Tim I can clicc just like the boot camp but I'm conscious like daughter Look I'm insane but um, you still be wantin to claim that I'm your partner I'm Down just like Bust plus I'm Ice just like Mike And I'm the living lyrical miracle I'm just ice like precise I'm the invisible man you blind you can't see this Picture I got more tricks on my stick than trickes at FREAKNIK I�m rougher than a Brillo, soothin� like Mylanta Kickin� like Brandon, swingin� like Evander Take me, gotta speak this sweet like my auntie, adverb Who got the nerve to, mess with the Murderer Betta not be no busta, kickin� with them uptown, �leven boys Hustlers ain�t no slangin� �em, ain�t no laggin� my Magnum Put you on yo� back and you�s a rat, on the pussy crack I pack enough to make you scream Hallelujah! Runnin� these fools from choppatula Let�s do fast and cool yeah, to Chattanooga I�m the one that rock stream lines like Lollapalooza Think you gon� take me, but get off dat I�m out that Boot Camp Clicc, I got my rifle and my rocks, see Neva, eva eva, could you touch this slim nigga �Cise break it down they play that funky guitar I run wit� da best and willin� to bet dat I done dropped the remix on y�all ass, but y�all- y�all ain�t ready yet [Fade] Big Boy, Boot Camp fo� life, on the remix Big Boy, Boot Camp fo� life, on the remix Cuz this the remix, on the remix This is the remix Whoo! Yeah! Mystikal |
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