Lirik Lagu The Braids - Mystikal
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Chorus:Don't fuck, don't fuck with the braids!Can't fuck, can't fuck with the braids!Don't fuck, don't fuck with the braids!Ya can't fuck, you can't fuck with the braids! (Barking)You can't stop me! How then?Watch me! Watch me! Ain't gonna be no congressDrop me, you can't block me, who stop me? Its outside!You should've known better!Is it cause I flow better?They kept me in the shadeBut now I'm back motherfucker, the nigga with the cannon for twoSwinging with the braids!
Chorus
[Verse 1]504! The doe man, got dogs in when the rhymes go badMake ink on the page, catch flameLit light like propaneNo sweat, no blood, no pain, no gameNo card, no deal, no dice, no gameGiving these bitches somethin vicious!I got them falling to pieces, like porcelain dishesI'm dirty!I get all the way down on the groundAnd just wonder, memorize, take a picture, write a bookI don't give a fuck!I man supply, ground ripper!I'm here, lay down and give it up!Nigga you ain't gonna leave me out my entrance (out my entrance)Count a hundred thousand pennies, every sentence!Buddatt, buddatt, buddatt! Get back!What's happening?I rip cracks and pop tapesI'm so hot they just gotta rock what I sprayThe type of guy that write what I say!I'm so wild, cause I'm round where them crocodiles play!(Can't be none there) I make you say, ow, give it to me (step it up!)Don't be that way I'm tearing ya, cause they tell ya with da music!I been doing this shit, how to train em', how to use em'!I'm a gangsta, better pop up respectTake a piece of lectumMaximum effect ya!But eclectic, ground perfected!It just don't get no colder, bet you if I won't effect it.Y'all niggas couldn't pop a rubberbandYou fucking with the man!
Chorus:
[Verse 2]Bitch bout 55, got damn it!
Chorus
[Verse 1]504! The doe man, got dogs in when the rhymes go badMake ink on the page, catch flameLit light like propaneNo sweat, no blood, no pain, no gameNo card, no deal, no dice, no gameGiving these bitches somethin vicious!I got them falling to pieces, like porcelain dishesI'm dirty!I get all the way down on the groundAnd just wonder, memorize, take a picture, write a bookI don't give a fuck!I man supply, ground ripper!I'm here, lay down and give it up!Nigga you ain't gonna leave me out my entrance (out my entrance)Count a hundred thousand pennies, every sentence!Buddatt, buddatt, buddatt! Get back!What's happening?I rip cracks and pop tapesI'm so hot they just gotta rock what I sprayThe type of guy that write what I say!I'm so wild, cause I'm round where them crocodiles play!(Can't be none there) I make you say, ow, give it to me (step it up!)Don't be that way I'm tearing ya, cause they tell ya with da music!I been doing this shit, how to train em', how to use em'!I'm a gangsta, better pop up respectTake a piece of lectumMaximum effect ya!But eclectic, ground perfected!It just don't get no colder, bet you if I won't effect it.Y'all niggas couldn't pop a rubberbandYou fucking with the man!
Chorus:
[Verse 2]Bitch bout 55, got damn it!
