[Intro - Mystikal]
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This is, Mystikal and Outkast
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I'm representin
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[Mystikal]
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I'm out for the big bucks and NO WHAMMIES god damn,
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You can't stand it!
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Make em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami
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Handlin with my man 'nem in Atlanta
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And they play me cuz they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin
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as I'm sayin it
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I'm like the NBA sore thumb on pawn shop tech nine,
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bitch I'm known for jammin
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Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary
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Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary
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I bust through, intrude, move through distractions
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Withstand hits and blows don't lose no traction
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I threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at em
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If a nigga comin clown then I'm going get the cannon
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And the get God back
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Knuckle up boy, don't be no fucked boy
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Me and Guillotine we run some niggas in a big truck boy
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Run flat boy, run that boy
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Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy
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I bring flames to a four alarm fire
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I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer
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I hit the door, I'm blowin him like southern band
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And they always tryin to find something to say about the brother man
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I invent em flip em and send em
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Rhymes set you jumped like I poured King Cobra over ya
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Guess what, this is a stick up
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Give me back my shit before I start pickin bricks up
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Garbage mc's better run for it
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Don't come this way cuz you can't walk on this side of the yard, (?)
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And respect me for takin it to em
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So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods
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Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah yeah
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Mystikal and Outkast, ha ha
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[Hook - Dre] X 2
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If it don't bump off in the club you can't rock
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If it ain't 808 in the trunk it ain't knock
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If you round our neck of the woods you better stop
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Cuz the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahhhh
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[Big Boi]
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All a the heat rise to the beat wise
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To that nigga that spit that street fire
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Mystikal, Andre and Big Boi takin em out of the park like Mark Mcgwire
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Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto
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You're bitch made like Dorothy
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You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you Cocoa
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Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy
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But rhyming and double timing, what is you sayin G?
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I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is drunken
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And you know we doin the big beat oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin
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Givin you somethin to beat the block with, meet the cops with
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My stamina's incredible so sucka don't try to stop this
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The D-U-N-G-E-O-N Family, merrily
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Life is but a dream, I mean a nightmare cuz it's scarin me
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But I live, gotta give one double O percent above the rest yeah
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That daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, YEAH
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Yeah know that East Point never stop like that
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All the way to Decatur
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[Hook] X 2
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[Dre]
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Hey, what's your name?
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Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here
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Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun
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Reason for a gun, only one
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Strong believer in self-preservation
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Aahhhhh, OOF!
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in the State of confused
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City of forgotten fate, County of the blues
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Street address Generation X Avenue
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But Generation Y high to the point that I drink
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Runnin on a new one
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Walkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and some church socks
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What if I told you that even if you made clocks?
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Stops, time rewinds, see what he finds
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Then re-arrange and change things that's on your mind
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Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter?
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Would you holler that I'm live and ask another?
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Or take no heat and run for cover?
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[Hook] X 3
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Neck Uv Da Woods Featuring Outkast
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Mystikal |