paroles de chanson Y'all Ain't Ready Yet (Remix) - Mystikal
(Precise)
Man,
them
niggas
can't
f**k
with
you,
man,
f**k
them
niggas
man!
(Mystikal)
I
know,
I,
I,
I
know
I
know
y'all
niggaz
can't
f**k
with
me
cause
I
can't
F**k
with
my
damn
self
I
know,
I
know
y'all
niggaz
can't
f**k
with
me
I
I
know
y'all
niggaz...
Ungh,
got-damn
it
took
a
nigga
Thirteen
motherf**king
years
through
this
shit
Bruh,
I
been
rappin
since
La-Di-Da-Di
some
f**king
where
I
know
y'all
niggaz
I
know
y'all
niggaz
I
know
y'all
niggaz
Aw
shit,
it's
on
nigga
Chorus:
I'm
still
not
that
nigga
to
f**k
with
buster,
bad
for
your
ho
health
I
know
y'all
niggaz
can't
f**k
with
me
cause
I
can't
f**k
with
my
damn
self
When
Mystikal
hits
the
door
(door
closing
sound)
See
can't
nobody
fly,
through
the
swamp
and
bayou,
like
I
do
I
know
y'all
niggaz
can't
f**k
with
me
and
they
can't
but
they
try
to
Some
niggaz
just
need
to
be
warned
It's
gonna
be
harder
to
get
it
up
on
a
my
own
Nigga
go
ring
the
alarm
Matter
fact
better
know
what
it
take
For
the
back
of
your
head
to
hit
that
grass
Let'
s
get
this
straight
from
the
jump
I
ain't
playing
with
your
bitch
ass
These
outside
niggaz
that
run
to
the
mic
better
come
clean
F**kin
with
that
Saudi
Arabian
Desert
Storm
veteran
12th
ward
offspring
I'm
runnin
these
niggaz
to
the
jets
To
the
hills,
to
the
back
of
the
tracks
A-A-ask
them
hos,
did
I
do
that?
I'm
coming
boisterous
with
5 million
switches
I'm
the
man
with
single
and
double
and
triple
And
four
five
six
time
them
bitches
I'm
the
nigga
with
the
go
head,
f**kin
your
bitch
up
in
your
bed
Standin
5 foot
'leven
dick
crooked
like
a
roach
leg
Much
bone
and
I
don't
fail
a
test
Little
nigga
f**k
hos
both
sides
of
the
river
I
can't
be
f**ked
with,
you
can't
touch
this
better
grab
hold
Bitch
I'm
so
cold
I'm
like
a
24
year-old
north
pole!
Give
a
f**k
about
these
raggly
ass
hoes
Grippin
my
nuts
as
I
strut
in
my
baggy
ass
Girbauds
Makin
em
stop,
(bigidabounce)
pause,
Like
Jubilee
All
I'm
harder
than
a
nigga
watchin'
Janet
Jackson
in
draws!
But
if
ya
catch
me
on
the
tv,
or
the
radio
spell
it
M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L
y'all
ain't
ready
though!
Chorus
2x
(Precise)
So
Mystikal,
in
your
own
words
could
you
explain
your
style?
I
gotta
get
a
rhyme
that
can
tumble
through
the
air
like
a
Rambo
spear
See
y'all
can
stop
lookin
at
another
nigga
Face
cause
bitch
the
man
right
here
You
nigga
didn't
think
that
I
could
swing
mine
Bitch
I'm
doing
bad
and
saying
rhymes
at
the
same
time
(I
ain't
lying)
Talking
behind
my
back
don't
make
me
no
nevermind
Cause
all
you
can
say
is
I'm
smarter
than
Einstein
I'm
fire
like
Cayenne!
You'll
never
catch
me
cause
I'm
swift
as
a
hyena
Gimme
the
chance
I'll
rock
the
lakefront
arena
Like
Teena
Marie
be
rockin
Tipitina's
(damn
Gina)
Tall
dark
strong
long
and
lean
ain't
nobody
comin
cleaner
It's
all
in
the
way
I
lay
my
game
down
Watch
me
swing
with
the
gillotine
rollin
round
nigga
town
But
everybody
think
these
niggaz
be
wantin
me
To
prove
that
I'm
the
man
Bitch
I'm
colder
than
a
freezer,
cooler
than
a
fan
I
got
no
love
for
no
b-i-e-otch
Matter
fact's
been
that
way
since
I
was
wearin
osh
kosh
b'gosh
But
yet
y'all
steadily
trying
to
squab
bout
me
When
I
come
in
this
door
the
only
thing
y'all
can
do
is
talk
about
me
Better
get
some
business
about
yourself
that's
what
you
better
do
Matter
fact
I'm
a
tell
you
mother
f**kers
three
things
I'm
a
never
do
One:
never
gonna
change
my
style
Two:
never
gonna
bounce,
three:
never
gonna
bow
I'm
gettin
tired
of
being
sick
and
tired
Nigga
you
got
a
problem
with
me
gettin'
high
Suck
big
dick
and
die
Same
rhyme
phrase
get
me
paid,
they
can't
fade
The
tan
shade
man
with
the
braids
Bitches
peep
as
I
creep
through
the
12th
ward
I
done
offended
these
niggaz
compare
me
To
niggaz
that
gotta
practice
looking
hard
Bitch-a
won't
leave
me
alone
I'm
not
that
Thug
and
I'm
not
that
Ruggish
but
I
do
pack
Bone
Black
prince
of
the
south
that's
my
title
Bitch
I'm
whoo
chka
ckha
oooooww!
bad
like
Michael
I'm
throwin
rhymes
at
a
steady
flow
(Inhaling)
whoo
there
they
go
y'all
niggaz
ain't
ready
yo
Chorus
Bitch
I
pimp
hos
instead
of
an
army
petty
shit
it
don't
harm
me
Bitch
I'm
entertaining
like
Cedric
and
I'm
mac
like
Bernie
I'm
black
like
Menace
and
I'm
g
like
Slimm
I'm
Sporty
like
T
and
I'm
smooth
like
Tim
I
can
click
just
like
the
boot
camp
but
I'm
conscious
like
daughter
Bitch
I'm
insane
but
um,
you
still
be
wantin
To
claim
that
I'm
your
partner
I'm
Down
just
like
Bust
plus
I'm
Ice
just
like
Mike
And
I'm
the
living
lyrical
miracle
I'm
just
ice
like
precise
I'm
the
invisible
man
you
blind
you
can't
see
shit
Picture
I
got
more
bitches
on
my
dick
than
bitches
at
FREAKNIK
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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