(Ric*Roc talking) Huh*

yeah, this is that s titThat. s tityou all been waitin for That. S
titthat slap yo mama like she the average stank hoe b h***(I'm. Comin
)!Can't

you smell them bodies gettin fried (I'm comin )!Oooooh
you, ain't never lied (How we comin' )!Somebody
said we comin hella high (How we comin )!Oooooh
you, ain't never lied (juss sit back an peep nigga) (I'm
comin) Verse

1 (Black *C) Check*

these flows we deliver Makin
the hardest rapper shiver When
a killa touch the mic I'm, givin him blows To
the brain like Mike and despite Them
faulty a ni** z***who try to cross me Smel
of coffee 'cause, it's burnin I'm
gettin that money like Mike Vernon While
ya learin we, teachin you, reapin What
yo soul see, the whole load is gettin heavy Now
ya ready to, pull a lick I'm
pullin a switch Pullin
yo black mask down I
put my fuckin mash down so now You
know that dog in me Maybe
that hog in me Got
me runnin around town wit no love an actin thuggishly But
ruggidly I'm comin My
n anusRic Roc passed the glock now, we dumpin We
dumpin Verse

2 (Big *Lurch) Comin*

pumpin, Brain
waves wit no assumptions I'm
ready to ruin somethin If
you want it come, get it I'm bumpin Wigs
get, split quick fuckin, wit this you, don't understand This
ain't yo average man Matter
fact I'm a buck buck, buckin, An
leavin you shell struck an I'm dumpin yo a witit precussions No
disscussions juss, bustin 9 millimeters disperstin And
the worse you been cursed in, a hearse and Watchin
all you extersions Lay
down to your knees and your worryin Evaporatin
for purgerin an, disturbin 'em Hit
the nerve and then We
sweet swervin Back
to the hood to get a lil bit mo pervin Verse.

3 (Mystikal *& Big Lurch) I'm*

one of the fresh mutha fuckas tattooed for the murderin And
didn't nobody have to go and bury him I'm.

walkin down the street wit a glock An
my loons ain't to be played in this game N
anusI'm hurtin 'em (Chorus).

*(Ric*

*Roc talking during chorus) Oooh*

Most. deceiving to the soul Negros. will come from near and far Juss,
to find out who we are We. are Rbl... Big. Lurch Hitman, Mystikal, This,
is how we comin Verse.

4 (Hitman) *Now*

who these ni z***who's always frontin Like
talkin behind our back Scared
to confront the strap we, can let it all react Or
we can take 10 paces back and, watch your brains collapse Or
we can handle this like gentlemen and juss scrap Try
and cross me like longitude latitude, I
show no gratitude to another n anuswit an attitude I
gets to taggin fools Hittin
roofs like Rictor, Rooter You
get dumped calls I, make house calls like Roto-Rooter Hoes
be ridin my d k**like a scooter Maybe
'cause we swerve F
k**around wit these hoes on the curb While
I get the bullets reserved The
nerve Somebody's
always tryin to tell me what my title bout Get
served it, don't take like rocket scientist to figure this out When
I emerge I'm, on like National Geographics when I have this My
clicks got graphics like Sega Saturn which is only like 32-bits Blow
you to bits These
pieces is bad for your health So
put a quarter in yo a 'cause**, you played your self Verse.

5 (Mystikal) *Nasty*

vomit mildew, rottin, I'm the violentest I
make the most advanced hightech state of the art rapper sound childish No
matter how hard you try you, can't come no where round us Even
if you scream at the top of your lungs (Ahhh )!I'm
a still be the loudest Haaaaaaaaa
Wildest!
Hand
full of ni z***ain't gonna get hurt Rest
of y'all ni z***gettin dimolished Red
peppers and hot tamales It's
the n anusthat's gonna be tighter than grip plyers Cussin
like Richard Pryor I
came down here fixin, to bust yo head Don't
try an sleep on me n anusyou, gonna have nightmares bout what I Said
Mouths
get busted Ooh
you know you gonna get rushed N
anusput it together wiped, out and brushed up Comin
from the bottom of sound elevation to the occassion This
ain't no fuckin past time B
h***this an occupation So!
fool what you talkin bout where, my money Or?
wit my fist down yo mutha fuckin throat How.... I be comin (Chorus)!!

*(Ric*

*Roc talking during chorus) An*

I swam all, the way from the shark infested waters of New Orleans to, The
Golden Gate Bridge an, I've never seen playas like this Spittin. Game
all the way from Dallas Texas, all, the way to Alabama Hate. money, And
Ric Roc We. have Big Lurch rbl, and, that n anusMystikal Batch. Ha! I'm.

comin How!
we comin X2!
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How We Comin' (southern Fried Mix) Lyrics

Rbl Posse – How We Comin' (southern Fried Mix) Lyrics

Songwriters: COLLINS, WILLIAM BOOTSY / CLINTON JR., GEORGE / WORRELL, BERNARD / MATHEWS, CHRISTIAN / HEARD, RICK / TYLER, MICHAEL / CAREN, MICHAEL / SINGLETON, ANTRON
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