Lirik Lagu How We Comin' (Southern Fried Mix) - RBL Posse F/ Big Lurch, Mystikal
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*(Ric Roc talking)*
Huh, yeah this is that shit. That shit you all been waitin for. Thatshit that slap yo mama like she the average stank hoe bitch. (I'mcomin!)
Can't you smell them bodies gettin fried (I'm comin!)Oooooh, you ain't never lied (How we comin'!)Somebody said we comin hella high (How we comin!)Oooooh, you ain't never lied (juss sit back an peep nigga)(I'm comin)
Verse 1 *(Black C)*
Check these flows we delivermakin the hardest rapper shiverwhen a killa touch the mic, I'm givin him blowsto the brain like Mike and despitethem faulty ass niggaz who try to cross mesmel of coffee, cuz it's burninI'm gettin that money like Mike Vernonwhile ya learin, we teachin, you reapinwhat yo soul, see the whole load is gettin heavynow ya ready, to pull a lickI'm pullin a switchpullin yo black mask downI put my fuckin mash down so nowyou know that dog in memaybe that hog in megot me runnin around town wit no love an actin thuggishlybut ruggidly I'm cominmy nigga Ric Roc passed the glock, now we dumpinwe dumpin
Verse 2 *(Big Lurch)*
Comin, pumpinbrain waves wit no assumptionsI'm ready to ruin somethinif you want it, come get it I'm bumpinwigs, get split quick, fuckin wit this, you don't understandthis ain't yo average manmatter fact I'm a buck, buck, buckinan leavin you shell struck an I'm dumpin yo ass wit precussionsno disscussions, juss bustin 9 millimeters disperstinand the worse you been cursed, in a hearse andwatchin all you extersionslay down to your knees and your worryinevaporatin for purgerin, an disturbin 'emhit the nerve and thenwe sweet swervinback to the hood to get a lil bit mo pervin.
Verse 3 *(Mystikal & Big Lurch)*
I'm one of the fresh mutha fuckas tattooed for the murderinand didn't nobody have to go and bury him.
I'm walkin down the street wit a glockan my loons ain't to be played in this gamenigga I'm hurtin 'em.
*(Chorus)*
*(Ric Roc talking during chorus)*
Oooh. Most deceiving to the soul. Negros will come from near and far,juss to find out who we are. We are... RBL. Big Lurch, Hitman, Mystikal,this is how we comin.
Verse 4 *(Hitman)*
Now who these niggaz who's always frontinlike talkin behind our backscared to confront the strap, we can let it all reactor we can take 10 paces back, and watch your brains collapseor we can handle this like gentlemen and juss scraptry and cross me like longitude, latitudeI show no gratitude to another nigga wit an attitudeI gets to taggin foolshittin roofs like, Rictor Rooteryou get dumped calls, I make house calls like Roto-Rooterhoes be ridin my dick like a scootermaybe cuz we swervefuck around wit these hoes on the curbwhile I get the bullets reservedthe nervesomebody's always tryin to tell me what my title boutget served, it don't take like rocket scientist to figure this outwhen I emerge, I'm on like National Geographics when I have thismy clicks got graphics like Sega Saturn which is only like 32-bitsblow you to bitsthese pieces is bad for your healthso put a quarter in yo ass, cuz you played your self.
Verse 5 *(Mystikal)*
Nasty vomit, mildew, rottin I'm the violentestI make the most advanced hightech state of the art rapper sound childishno matter how hard you try, you can't come no where round useven if you scream at the top of your lungs (AHHH!)I'm a still be the loudestHAAAAAAAAA!Wildesthand full of niggaz ain't gonna get hurtrest of y'all niggaz gettin dimolishedred peppers and hot tamalesit's the nigga that's gonna be tighter than grip plyerscussin like Richard PryorI came down here, fixin to bust yo headdon't try an sleep on me nigga, you gonna have nightmares bout what Isaidmouths get bustedooh you know you gonna get rushednigga put it together, wiped out and brushed upcomin from the bottom of sound elevation to the occassionthis ain't no fuckin past timeBITCH THIS AN OCCUPATION!So fool what you talkin bout, where my money?Or wit my fist down yo mutha fuckin throat.... HOW I BE COMIN!!
*(Chorus)*
*(Ric Roc talking during chorus)*
An I swam, all the way from the shark infested waters of New Orleans, tothe Golden Gate Bridge, an I've never seen playas like this. Spittingame all the way from Dallas, Texas, all the way to Alabama. Hate, moneyand Ric Roc. We have Big Lurch, RBL, and that nigga Mystikal. BATCH! Ha.
I'm comin!How we comin! x2
Huh, yeah this is that shit. That shit you all been waitin for. Thatshit that slap yo mama like she the average stank hoe bitch. (I'mcomin!)
Can't you smell them bodies gettin fried (I'm comin!)Oooooh, you ain't never lied (How we comin'!)Somebody said we comin hella high (How we comin!)Oooooh, you ain't never lied (juss sit back an peep nigga)(I'm comin)
Verse 1 *(Black C)*
Check these flows we delivermakin the hardest rapper shiverwhen a killa touch the mic, I'm givin him blowsto the brain like Mike and despitethem faulty ass niggaz who try to cross mesmel of coffee, cuz it's burninI'm gettin that money like Mike Vernonwhile ya learin, we teachin, you reapinwhat yo soul, see the whole load is gettin heavynow ya ready, to pull a lickI'm pullin a switchpullin yo black mask downI put my fuckin mash down so nowyou know that dog in memaybe that hog in megot me runnin around town wit no love an actin thuggishlybut ruggidly I'm cominmy nigga Ric Roc passed the glock, now we dumpinwe dumpin
Verse 2 *(Big Lurch)*
Comin, pumpinbrain waves wit no assumptionsI'm ready to ruin somethinif you want it, come get it I'm bumpinwigs, get split quick, fuckin wit this, you don't understandthis ain't yo average manmatter fact I'm a buck, buck, buckinan leavin you shell struck an I'm dumpin yo ass wit precussionsno disscussions, juss bustin 9 millimeters disperstinand the worse you been cursed, in a hearse andwatchin all you extersionslay down to your knees and your worryinevaporatin for purgerin, an disturbin 'emhit the nerve and thenwe sweet swervinback to the hood to get a lil bit mo pervin.
Verse 3 *(Mystikal & Big Lurch)*
I'm one of the fresh mutha fuckas tattooed for the murderinand didn't nobody have to go and bury him.
I'm walkin down the street wit a glockan my loons ain't to be played in this gamenigga I'm hurtin 'em.
*(Chorus)*
*(Ric Roc talking during chorus)*
Oooh. Most deceiving to the soul. Negros will come from near and far,juss to find out who we are. We are... RBL. Big Lurch, Hitman, Mystikal,this is how we comin.
Verse 4 *(Hitman)*
Now who these niggaz who's always frontinlike talkin behind our backscared to confront the strap, we can let it all reactor we can take 10 paces back, and watch your brains collapseor we can handle this like gentlemen and juss scraptry and cross me like longitude, latitudeI show no gratitude to another nigga wit an attitudeI gets to taggin foolshittin roofs like, Rictor Rooteryou get dumped calls, I make house calls like Roto-Rooterhoes be ridin my dick like a scootermaybe cuz we swervefuck around wit these hoes on the curbwhile I get the bullets reservedthe nervesomebody's always tryin to tell me what my title boutget served, it don't take like rocket scientist to figure this outwhen I emerge, I'm on like National Geographics when I have thismy clicks got graphics like Sega Saturn which is only like 32-bitsblow you to bitsthese pieces is bad for your healthso put a quarter in yo ass, cuz you played your self.
Verse 5 *(Mystikal)*
Nasty vomit, mildew, rottin I'm the violentestI make the most advanced hightech state of the art rapper sound childishno matter how hard you try, you can't come no where round useven if you scream at the top of your lungs (AHHH!)I'm a still be the loudestHAAAAAAAAA!Wildesthand full of niggaz ain't gonna get hurtrest of y'all niggaz gettin dimolishedred peppers and hot tamalesit's the nigga that's gonna be tighter than grip plyerscussin like Richard PryorI came down here, fixin to bust yo headdon't try an sleep on me nigga, you gonna have nightmares bout what Isaidmouths get bustedooh you know you gonna get rushednigga put it together, wiped out and brushed upcomin from the bottom of sound elevation to the occassionthis ain't no fuckin past timeBITCH THIS AN OCCUPATION!So fool what you talkin bout, where my money?Or wit my fist down yo mutha fuckin throat.... HOW I BE COMIN!!
*(Chorus)*
*(Ric Roc talking during chorus)*
An I swam, all the way from the shark infested waters of New Orleans, tothe Golden Gate Bridge, an I've never seen playas like this. Spittingame all the way from Dallas, Texas, all the way to Alabama. Hate, moneyand Ric Roc. We have Big Lurch, RBL, and that nigga Mystikal. BATCH! Ha.
I'm comin!How we comin! x2
