Not That Nigga (Remix)

Mystikal Not That Nigga (Remix) Lyrics I'm not really the type of nigga to play the gangsta Cause usually I be coolin But straight off the motherf**kin breast I ain't comin for no foolishness 100 volts on the mic kept on it seven nine doing that then I'm probably chillin Totin' 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're 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 now see what you've brung me Make niggas get brung strung then hung with the slip of a tongue I unfold a truck-load as I explode Them bitches can't hold they self though when I'm in my f**k mode Im keepin'em tight I'm keepin'em hype I'm leavin'em right I'm even uptight Holdin the mic and say the word f**k more times then Dolomite I'm that nigga that got the last words you got served Smokin fat herbs and gunnin niggas down like backbirds With fast words observe I'm funky like badgers But I'm much much more then a mouth full of adverbs and bad words Stick d**k to your lip like chapstick My graphic I rap with More flava more paper I'm colder then a cup of Kool-Aid Ain't never been done before so nigga then why try Hittin harder then Popeye slappin motherf**kers like ChaCha I f**k with a capitol F put Maxwells to death cuz nigga I club there And I'ma continue to flow until I come up on my last breath So 'fo we raise up (OH!) Homies chase a (HOE!) See I'm that nigga that said so where the nine look nigga stay low look-a-here Chorus I'm not that nigga I'm not that nigga I'm not that nigga to f**k with (background:He ain't that nigga to f**k with) You'll get picked off Keep f**kin wit a nigga like me get hip-tossed f**k fightin faggot nigga I know Had jumped your bitch a*s like Kriss-Kross And look at the riddle that I belittle Witout a trumbone nor a fiddle I'll jump in your eardrum and play paradiddle Stop wantin' to ditch I'm hummin' this bitch and comin up rich In case you hadn't noticed I'm 'bout a FIRED-EM UP son of a bitch Inch by inch as I drench I'm a silver clench That bullshit that y'all niggas thought was a criminal choke the pain of a pinch I got more gimmicks to make them bitches bounce like DJ Jimmy They can't get near me cause they fear me But yall don't hear me Just like that bitch I saw Who hit my f**king car Look-a-here I'm ran that hoe from Chipawah to Wichita I'm steady professsin' so niggas can get that funky lesson I effervescent as i'm that resident from that f**kin crescent That nigga that know how Makin' them bitches say (Go Child) Poppin' that pushin and shakin' that a*s like at a loo-ow So pa*s me the pen and the paper the pen and the pus*y now Pa*s ME THE MIC Show you I'll jump on yo' a*s just like a Palmadite I shot more shit then Shawn Kemp I got more bitches then a world pimp And got more flavour then a brown shrimp I'm a be comin up off some shit that make a niggas want to start some shit But if you ain't brought shit Then I ain't the nigga to start shit wit' Chorus You couldn't f**k with the old but all of a sudden what make you think you can f**k wit the new shit You stuck on stupid I ain'ts that nigga to fool wit' A nigga might sprout up talkin about WHAT The only way to keep my muthaf**kin name out your muthaf**kin mouth is keep your muthaf**kin mouth shut I don't stumble and fumble more fire in the gutter I'm takin'em ten at a time cause I ain't SCARED of you muthaf**kers I'm strippin'em up I'm rippin'em up and flippin'em off And then I continue to flow on rhymes I single then double then triple 'em up huh Making pa*ses Seen ma*sive titties and pussies and a*ses But got more hoes than the Bayou Cla*sic More vicious then BooBoo wash you up like doodoo I'm blacker then Voodoo, harder then a raw ramen noodle Ice like T, I'm Cool like Jay,in effect like Rex I'm Grand like Puh huh, huh daddy are you? I'm Ice like T, rock like Kim, f**k it Spice like One but got more Enemies then the Public nigga I kick it at random standin' here gummin' til the bare gum Bitchin' and pitchin' a temper tantrum to the hair drum The bigger will pummel a nigga that's little You can't compare a nigga like Mystikal to Skid Row or Ugly Kid Joe But yet you steadily pickin dirt with me You irk me What when you jerk your woman now tell your bitch to stop flirting wit me I'm giving it to you man y'all strong as a fan belt, I came though I know you niggas can't f**k wit me cause I can't f**k wit my damn self I'm making a mummble as i utter Nigga you beating me is like cuttin a field of gra*s with wire cutters I,Get deeper than Lou Rawls I'm breakin'em off Instead of f**kin' with me you safer walkin' in a lion's den with pork chop drawers I'm ready to gaze and blaze Flip up the gauge and pick up the pace I'm more deadly then having safe s*x, with a bitch with AIDS A nigga like myself is BAD for you hoe health I f**ked that bitch one time and now that hoe can't help herself That shit be kicks a niggas be smokin in cliques and f**kin'em tricks I roll in from that Big Easy Where they boot-up bitch A niggas that rumble over the least mumbo-jumbo Standing tall like Mutumbo but talk 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 nigga be wondering why they always findin' theyselves in some dumb shit Cause I ain't, cause I ain't, cause I ain't that nigga to f**k with bitch Chorus End