The Braids - Mystikal

Test one

One, two, test, motherfucker

Mic check, one, two (Rrr)

Roof

Fuck a bitch, beat my ass, hoe, damn

Just- just checkin' my shit

I gotta check my shit to make sure my shit tight

That’s how I do my shit, nigga

You know?

Do your shit how you do your shit

It’s cool, I ain’t trippin', you heard?

I’ma do mine

Don’t fuck, don’t fuck wit' the braids

You can’t fuck, you can’t fuck wit' the braids

Don’t fuck, don’t fuck wit' the braids

You can’t fuck, you can’t fuck wit' the braids

You can’t stop me, cocky

Just watch me, watch me

Ain’t gon' be no carbon copies

Drop it, can’t mock me, too sloppy, now stop it

You should’ve known better, or is it cause I flow better, they kept me in the

shade

But now I’m back, motherfucker, it’s the nigga with the cannon for the tooth

swingin' with the braids

Don’t fuck, don’t fuck wit' the braids

They can’t fuck, they can’t fuck wit' the braids

Don’t fuck, don’t fuck wit' the braids

They can’t fuck, they can’t fuck wit' the braids

Roof, roof, roof, braids

Roof, roof, roof, braids

Right before the dope man, I don’t sing but my rhymes gon' bang

Make the ink on the page catch flame and it light like propane

No sweat, no blood, no pain, no gain

No card, no deal, no dice, no game, no thang

Giving these bitches something vicious

I got them falling to pieces like porcelain dishes

I’m dirty, I get all the way down on the ground wit' the work

Memorize, take a picture, write a book, I don’t give a fuck

I learned to fly, ground rip up

I’m here, lay down and give up

Nigga, you ain’t gonna leave me out my entrance, inches

Count a hundred thousand pennies, every sentence

Buddatt, buddatt, buddatt, get back

I get very scary like a gat in this bitch, what’s happening

I rip racks and pop TECs

I’m so poppin' they just got to rap what I spray

Sometimes I gotta watch what I say

I’m so wild, cause I’m from 'round where the crocodiles play

Don’t play wit' me now or later

I make you say, «Aww, give it to me, don’t be that way»

I’m tellin' ya, couldn’t tell you wit' the mute

I been doing this shit, how to train 'em, how to use 'em

Just apply the proper respect

I’m tactically selective with the maximum effect

But eclectic, brown perfected

It just don’t get no colder, bitch, if I’m perfected

Y’all niggas couldn’t pop a rubberband

You fucking with the man wit' the braids

Wit' the braids

Don’t fuck, don’t fuck wit' the braids

They can’t fuck, they can’t fuck wit' the braids

Don’t fuck, don’t fuck wit' the braids

They can’t fuck, they can’t fuck wit' the braids

Roof, roof, roof, wit' the braids

Roof, roof, roof, swing the braids

Big spark create a fire, goddamn it

Get into it, get off;

get down, get cross, get tied

For my Million and my Mychelle

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 down

Bout to step it up (step it up)

Put in some cash and some Outkast beats

Hop behind the wheel and come out from the fucking backseat

Michael Tyler, rhyme and droating driver, miracle rip plyer

The fasthold desire!

On fire, reach a flyer, ain’t nobody lie

Starting them out of a team, city of Seam

With 100 suckers and a busta

And I’m still clean!

Hollering hi-ya

Right before I chop you in your throat

Another rapper say I’m on my way

To get the fucking hat and coat, and hit the motherfucking door

You can’t stop me!

How then

Just watch me, watch me

Ain’t gonna be no calling Congress

You can’t drop me, you can’t block me, who stop me

It’s outside, you should’ve known better

Is it cause I flow better, they kept me in the shade

But now I’m back motherfuckers

The nigga with the cannon for the two

Swinging with the braids