Mystikal - Dirty South, Dirty Jerz lyrics

Dirty South, Dirty Jerz, nigga fuck what ya heard

Your talk words don't serve while we slang on the curb

We take it from a fuckin fight to a stage and a mic

If I don't take the limo bitch I'm pushin a bike

Us big niggaz get pussy while songs get cooked

Fuck rough rhymes get hooked and young minds get shook

Duck, don't rock, don't break, don't bend, don't fall

Not gon' play, don't fake, don't stop to rest don't pause none

Top dough top pro on bitches

Chop funk, not gon' bitch ass niggaz

I wring they neck and slap they fuckin mouth

I run laps around the Superdome

Breast stroke the whole Mississippi to represent THE FUCKIN SOUTH

That's right, I said it!

I'm the fuckin boxer in your face is where I'm headed

Blaow, you gotta whole lot of nerve dissin the.. South

We ridin all the way to Jersey

We gon' keep up, but you keep on, keepin on

Y'all gon', keep on, gettin the fuck on, bitch get gone!

Y'all heard me? Mystikal and Naughty

New Orleans and Jersey!

Yo, yo, yo

I heard somebody wantin Naughty to get raw, ha

I dismantle your fuckin crew just like Apartheid, nigga ya heard?

There's No Limit no gimmicks, to the shit I spit

Ain't no magazine you know could count these mics I rip

Comin straight from Jersey, motherfuck all those who curse me

I'm, running through you niggaz like Jackie Joyner Kersee

Now, how many niggaz comin better than this?

Naughty By Nature puts it down on some veteran shit

And chins I devour, while fuckin at your baby shower

Spittin lyrics on you a hundred miles an hour

Our Zoo got no problems gettin physical

Naughty By Nature down with Mystikal, you bitches foul

You get your ass kicked when your only assets is ass bets

You cry quicker than Angela Bassett, cause your cassette

I'll trash it, like potatoes, beets, I'll mash it

Bust dust to dust and turn ashes to ashes in masses

I'm massive mashing bastards faster

Question bout my pimping tell your bitch to ask it

Chip-chop like all tops the store stops (it stops here)

Cause I'm raws likes strawberries on shortstops (it comes now)

The Beast from the East, the big future for the pharoah

Diss my crew, do some spine travel on gravel

Some fuhrilla shit, go and, peel your shit

I want my, scrilla quick, on some gorilla shit

Rhyme illest, no mimic, no quit it, gon' feel it

IllTown, divine mill it, No Limit, fuck the spillage some

hear my shit and go and switch they style

While I get down and wild with Mystikal