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Lirik Lagu Neck Uv Da Woods - Mystikal F/ OutKast

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[Intro - Mystikal]This is, Mystikal and OutkastI'm representin
[Mystikal]I'm out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIESYou can't stand it!Make em feel the impact and I ain't even in MiamiHandlin with my man 'nem in AtlantaAnd they play me cuz they know I bring the kinda shit you feelinas I'm sayin itI'm like the NBA sore thumb on pawn shop tech nine,bitch I'm known for jamminSmoke Mary, Mary, MaryPut a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabularyI bust through, intrude, move through distractionsWithstand hits and blows don't lose no tractionI threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at emIf a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the cannonAnd the get God backKnuckle up boy, don't be no fucked boyMe and Guillotine we run some niggas in a big truck boyRun flat boy, run that boyBitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boyI bring flames to a four alarm fireI wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryerI hit the door, I'm blowin him like southern bandAnd they always tryin to find something to say about the brother manI invent em flip em and send emRhymes set you jumped like I poured King Cobra over yaGuess what, this is a stick upGive me back my shit before I start pickin bricks upGarbage mc's better run for itDon't come this way cuz you can't walk on this side of the yard, (?)And respect me for takin it to emSo expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods
Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah yeahMystikal and Outkast, ha ha
[Hook - Dre] X 2If it don't bump off in the club you can't rockIf it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knockIf you round our neck of the woods you better stopCuz the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahhhh
[Big Boi]All a the heat rise to the beat wiseTo that nigga that spit that street fireMystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin em out of the park like Mark McgwireSosa, you so so, you brown and small like TotoYou're bitch made like DorothyYou belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you CocoaLike candy, go sing a song with BrandyBut rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G?I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is drunkenAnd you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpinGivin you somethin to beat the block with, meet the cops withMy stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop thisThe D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family, merrilyLife is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it's scarin meBut I live, gotta give one double O percent above the rest yeahThat daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, YEAH
Yeah know that East Point never stop like thatAll the way to Decatur
[Hook] X 2
[Dre]Hey, what's your name?Andre 3000, the year to fear is already hereMust look beyond, sounds from the center of the sunReason for a gun, only oneStrong believer in self-preservationAahhhhh, OOF!in the State of confusedCity of forgotten fate, County of the bluesStreet address Generation X AvenueBut Generation Y high to the point that I drinkRunnin on a new oneWalkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and some church socksWhat if I told you that even if you made clocks?Stops, time rewinds, see what he findsThen re-arrange and change things that's on your mindWould 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?
[Hook] X 3