Mystikal - The Braids Lyrics
Chorus:Dont *****, dont ***** with the braids!Cant *****, cant ***** with the braids!Dont *****, dont ***** with the braids!Ya cant *****, you cant ***** with the braids! (barking)You cant stop me! how then?Watch me! watch me! aint gonna be no congressDrop me, you cant block me, who stop me? its outside!You shouldve known better!Is it cause I flow better?They kept me in the shadeBut now Im back mother*****er, the nigga with the cannon for twoSwinging with the braids!Chorus[verse 1]504! the doe man, got dogs in when the rhymes go badMake ink on the page, catch flameLit light like propaneNo sweat, no blood, no pain, no gameNo card, no deal, no dice, no gameGiving these *****es somethin vicious!I got them falling to pieces, like porcelain dishesIm dirty!I get all the way down on the groundAnd just wonder, memorize, take a picture, write a bookI dont give a *****!I man supply, ground ripper!Im here, lay down and give it up!Nigga you aint gonna leave me out my entrance (out my entrance)Count a hundred thousand pennies, every sentence!Buddatt, buddatt, buddatt! get back!Whats happening?I rip cracks and pop tapesIm so hot they just gotta rock what I sprayThe type of guy that write what I say!Im so wild, cause Im round where them crocodiles play!(cant be none there) I make you say, ow, give it to me (step it up!)Dont be that way Im tearing ya, cause they tell ya with da music!I been doing this shit, how to train em, how to use em!Im a gangsta, better pop up respectTake a piece of lectumMaximum effect ya!But eclectic, ground perfected!It just dont get no colder, bet you if I wont effect it.Yall niggas couldnt pop a rubberbandYou *****ing with the man!Chorus:[verse 2]***** bout 55, got damn it!Get into it, get off, get down, get cross, get tied!For my million (son) and my mychelle (daughter),My mama, and my brother, and my nephew, and myself!The man upstairs, cause I kept it up,For my niggas, and my rounds, back downBout to step it up (step it up)Put in some cash and some outkast beats.Hop behind the wheel and come out from the *****ing backseat!Michael tyler! rhyme and droating driver, miracle rip plyer!The fasthold desire! on fire, reach a flyer, aint nobody lie!Starting them out of a team, city of seam,With 100 suckers and a busta!And Im still clean! hollering hiya!Right before I chop you in your throat!Another rapper say Im on my wayTo get the *****ing hat and coat, and hit the mother*****ing door!You cant stop me! how then?Just watch me, watch me!Aint gonna be no calling congress!You cant drop me, you cant block me, who stop me?Its outsideYou shouldve known better!Is it cause I flow better? they kept me in the shadeBut now Im back mother*****ers,The nigga with the cannon for the twoSwinging with the braids!Chorus:
