Not That Nigga - Mystikal

I’m not really the type of nigga to play the gangsta

Cause you’s probably coolin'

But straight off the motherfuckin breast

I ain’t comin for no foolishness

100 volts on the mic kept knowin' (?) then I’m probably chillin'

Tilt that crazy off bottle 'til I’m blitzed

Look-a here nigga yall know that feelin'

But I ain’t that type of nigga to shoot the shit if you on my shit list

But I’m that type of nigga that’s quick to handle my business

Im makin' a run with shit that I’ve done

Im wavin' a gun at shit that you’ve brung

Make niggas get brung strung and hung with the slip of a tongue

I unfold a truck-load as I explode

You bitches can’t hold the side-door when I’m in my front-load

Im keepin’em (??) I’m keepin’em hype

I’m leavin’em right I’m even uptight

Holdin' the mic and say the word FUCK more times then Dolomite

I’m the nigga that got the last words you got served

Smokin' fat herbs and gunnin' niggas down like black birds

With fast words, observe I’m funky like raptures

But I’m much much more then a mouth full of adverbs and bad words

Stick dick to your lips like chop sticks

My (?) I rock with with

More paid well no fade but bout colder than a cub of Kool-Aid

It never been done before so nigga then why try

Hittin' harder then Popeye slappin' motherfuckers like Cha-Cha

I fuck with a capitol «F» put (?) to death (??) crowd def

And I’ma continue to flow until I come up on my last breath

So homie raise up (OH!)

Hold these tricks up (OH!)

See I’m that nigga that tells whether or not a nigga stay now look here

I’m not that nigga

I’m not that nigga

I’m not that nigga to fuck

You’ll get picked off

Keep fuckin' with a nigga like me get hip-tossed

Fuck fightin' fair get every nigga I know

And jump your bitch ass like Kriss-Kross

And look at a riddle that I belittle

When I’m a jumbo now a fiddle

I jump in your eardrum and play (?Baradiddle?)

Stop wanting to ditch’em

I’m in this bitch and comin' out rich

In case yah haven’t noticed I’m 'bout a foul mouth son of a bitch

Inch by inch as I drench

I’m a sense clench

That bullshit that yall niggas throw is equivalent to the pain of a pinch

I got the gimmick to make them bitches bounce like DJ Jimmy

They can’t get near me cause they fear me but yall don’t hear me

It’s like that bitch I saw

Who hit my fucking car

Look-a-hear, I ran that ho from Chippawa to Witchita

I’m steady for 'fessin, so niggas can kick this funky lesson

I’m effervescent as a fluorescent from that fuckin' crescent

A nigga that know how

Making them bitches say, «Go Child»

Poppin' that pussy and shakin' that ass just like they at a luau

So come with the pussy the paper the pen and the pussy now pass me the mic

Show you around jump on yo' ass just like a (???)

I shot more shit than Shawn Kemp but got more bitches than a world pimp

And got more flavor than a brown shrimp

I’ma be comin' up on some shit that make a nigga wanna talk some shit

But if you ain’t brought shit

Then I ain’t the nigga to start shit with

You couldn’t fuck with the old but all of a sudden what make you think you can

fuck wit the new shit

You stuck on stupid

I ain’t that nigga to fool with

A nigga might sprout up talkin' about what

The only way to keep my muthafuckin' name out your muthafuckin' mouth

Is keep your muthafuckin mouth shut

I don’t step (?) fire then a gutter

I’m takin’em 10 at a time cause I ain’t SCARED of you muthafuckers

I’m strippin’em up

I’m rippin’em up and flippin’em up

And just to continue to flow on rhymes I single and double and triple’em up

Making passes

See massive titties and pussies and asses

But got more hoes than the Bayou Classic

More vicious then BooBoo wash you up like we do

I’m blacker then Voo-Doo, harder than a raw Ramen noodle

Black like Sheep, I’m Cool like Jay in effect like Rex

I’m Grand like Pub huh, huh daddy how you?

I’m Ice like T, rock like Kim fuck it

Spice like One but got more Enemies then the Public nigga

I kick it at random standing and dumpin until the band come

Bitchin and pitchin a temper tandrum, to the hand drum

The bigger opponent nigga that flow

You can’t compare a nigga like Mystikal to Skidrow or Ugly Kid Joe

But yet you steadily pickin dirt with me

You irkin' with me you jerkin' with me now tell your bitch to stop flirting

with me

Im (?) as a man I’m strong as a fan belt, I can’t melt

I know y’all niggas can’t fuck with me cause I can’t fuck with my damn self

I’m making em mumble as I utter

Nigga you beating me is like cuttin' a field of grass with wire cutters I

Get deeper than Lou Rawls Im breakin em off

Inatead of fuckin' with me you faithful walk in a lion’s den with pork chop

drawers

I’m ready to graze and blaze pump up the gauge and pick up the pace

I’m more deadly then having safe sex, with a bitch with AIDS

A nigga like myself is bad for your ho health

I fucked that bitch one time and now that ho can’t help herself

That shit be kicks and niggas be smokin' in cliques and fuckin’em tricks

I rollin' from that Big Easy

Where the buddha B-yotch?

and niggas they rumble, over the least mumbo-jumbo

Standing taller than Mutumbo but talkin more shit than Briant Gumble

That’s how we do it when we kick it back on my block

It’s pop or get popped

Kill or get killed

Drop or get dropped

And niggas be wondering why they always finding themselves in some dumb shit

Cause I ain’t, cause I ain’t, cause I ain’t that nigga to fuck with bitch