Lyrics That Nigga Ain't Shit! - Mystikal
Nigga
you
ain′t
shit
I
woke
up
this
morning
dick
rock
hard
Had
to
piss
so
bad,
that
shit
made
me
say
God
Lord!
Dick
harder
then
a
armadello
So
I
went
in
the
bathroom
and
drained
the
little
fellow
Flush
the
toilet,
washed
my
hands
Took
off
my
silk
shirt,
(whut
else)
and
went
to
zippin
down
my
pants
I
was
about
to
meet
this
bitch
in
bout
an
hour
(what
you
did)
? And
grabbed
and
towled
and
jumped
my
stankin
ass
in
the
shower
And
now
i'm
feelin
better,
at
least
i′m
smellin
better
Instead
of
a
combination
of
pussy
and
cheddar
I
still
smelled
like
last
night's
fuck
So
washed
my
lips,
fingertips,
but
I
can't
forget
about
under
the
nuts
Blow
my
nose,
wash
my
toes,
then
my
asshole
Foggin
up
the
mirrors,
wettin
up
all
my
fuckin
clothes
Ain′t
that
a
bitch,
i′m
already
runnin
late
What
i
gotta
do
now?,
now
I
gotta
change
my
outfit
Stepped
to
the
closet
and
scanned
the
wardrobe
Seen
that
silk
shirt,
Tommy,
fuck
it,
i'll
wear
that
Polo
though
Girbauds
and
Polo
socks
Slipped
on
the
Fila′s
cause
it
was
too
hot
to
bust
the
Mutumbo
high
tops
I
looked
in
the
mirror
one
last
time
for
kicks
Like
I
really
had
to
check,
like
I
ain't
know
I
was
the
shit
Everything
was
in
place
Pearly
whites,
brown
complextion,
daily
braids
and
daily
face
Mirror,
mirror,
wasup,
who′s
the
most
stuck
up
? Bitch
I
just
fucked
that
stankin
slut
Thats
the
thought
for
the
day
I'm
bouts
to
cut
that
hoe
(why)
she
can′t
fuck
anyways
Now
i'm
back
on
my
mission
But
before
I
hit
the
fuckin
front
door,
gots
to
hit
the
kitchen
Cause
dawg
my
hungers
gettin
bigger
Man,
I
ain't
ate
shit
(dawg,
ain′t
you
hungry)
Dawg,
hungrier
than
three
niggas
Grits
and
oatmeal,
no
time
to
cook
though
Fuck
it
i′ll
grab
that
left-over
cold
cut
combo
And
now
the
stomachs
at
ease
I'm
bout
the
jet,
but
first
grab
the
beeper,
the
ring,
the
wallet,
the
keys
And
now
i′m
ready
for
the
street
Lookin
neat,
smellin
sweet
from
my
teeth
to
my
fuckin
feet
I
guees
it's
part
of
my
job
(what
job
nigga)
Being
colder
then
cold,
smoother
then
smooth,
shiver
then
shive
So
if
you
catch
my
in
the
club
don′t
say
shit
Sweatin
a
nigga
like
Micheal
fuckin
Tyler
don't
pay
bitch
Cause
I
ain′t
that
nigga
thats
gonna
play
with
ya
Or
stay
with
ya,
but
i'll
damn
sure
lay
with
ya
Cause
i'm
that
type
of
nigga
to
tell
a
bitch
that
I
love
em
quick
Better
but
not
beleive
it
though
(why)
cause
I
ain′t
bout
shit
That
nigga
ain′t
shit
That
nigga
ain't
bout
shit
That
nigga
ain′t
shit
2x
1 Y'all Ain't Ready Yet
2 Murderer
3 Beware
4 Mr. Hood Critic
5 I'm
6 Out That Boot Camp Clicc (Radio / Video Version)
7 Not That Nigga
8 Smoke Something
9 That Nigga Ain't Shit!
10 Mind Of Mystikal
11 Here I Go
12 Never Gonna Bounce (The Dream)
13 Y'all Ain't Ready Yet (Remix)
14 Not That Nigga - Remix
15 Dedicated To Michelle Tyler
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