Mystikal - The Return Lyrics
The ReturnThis one here (The Return), this for my dirty disco dancin', low-down, no good mutha *****as (the braided-up pimp is back)The return of the shit-talkerThe lyrical explicit contentThe original mutha *****erI rip the surf, I hit the worst like brass knuckles (damn)Give em crushes, bust ass and smash recordsI live it how I talk itI bring it how I feel itThis my spot 'cause I done marked itI show the teeth between waitin' and eatin'*****, I stay agressive like it's matin' seasonI'm hot, you gotta put me where I belongOn top, I'm guaranteed to ***** up everything I get onYou lovin' everything I put outI keep it real do what you lin-ike in the riz-ep in the sin-outh!Hoes say, "Ooh, he a donkey!"And baby you gon' find out when I hit you with that RaunchyDon't let me put you in that V-90You want this kinda *****in', ***** it's just fine[Hook]It's my turn! SHIT! It's my timeWatch out there nowYou *****in' with my groove (it's the return)The braided up pimp is backIt's safe to say I'm old school (way back)I went from 4-track to the A-DATAnd from A-DAT to the Pro-ToolsDreamin' of layin' that hot shitNow what would make you think that I ain't the manPlayin' hit, bit, don't quit, 'cause you know you not itAin't my family, tell ya, I can't complainTighter or hype they can't half bangEven appeal to older people, they say, "Oh, yeah, he bad!"I still be jammin' off the last oneI said, "Where you get that, Pops?"He said, "I stole it from my grandson"Now you know me when I step throughThey say, "Son, I got yo record. Ain't you James Brown's nephew" (heeey!)I keep 'em movin', leave 'em thinkin'I'm wrestled and respected like Aretha Franklin (all I'm askin')All nigga, part-time lover (BANG!)It's my turn, watch out there mutha *****er[Hook]'Cause then when that I rock the beat, now I can need influenceI'm fire, fire, off the hook, Michael Tyler, how you doin'Take that out and leave me onKerry, Ves, Stevie, Jack, Beezy Boy, DJ RonSo, when they ask you, you can tell itAlready signed Shonnie and MaxminelliThey *****in' with the Belly Boys fo shoThe Guillotine, O.G. Bone, and the rest of themOh, yeah, King Yella, that's my nizzleOh, that's my brother Reesy and my brother B-KizzleI'm just a fashion rap recite (bark)That's Happ, that's Shot, that's Roc, and he tightThis time I'm *****in' with the Poisonous Dart*****es in line waitin' for the party to startWe buyin' rides without leases'Cause this year niggas runnin' rockin' Big Truck pieces[Hook]
