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Correct How We Comin' (southern Fried Mix) Lyrics
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Correct How We Comin' (southern Fried Mix)
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(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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