(feat. Mystikal)
[Intro:]
Who Got Tha Clout?
Don't act surprised cuz it's that b**h from the South.
Pumpin' out the N-O.
You don't want no clout.
Who Got Tha Clout?
Don't act surprised cuz it's that b**h from the South.
[1st Verse: Mia X]
Who's 'bout to come?
Who they cleared the way for?
Who all them n***as respect?
Who got them hoes scared to flex?
Well here's a track that gets wrecked.
Who's got the industry hexed?
Well now, it's mama, full of marijuana.
Headline n***a, whatcha' whatcha' want, huh?
You can see them n***as writin' rhymes,
But don't need none, want some.
Hoes run from these here,
Who gon still be the boss b**h next year?
Who ain't gotta brag cuz the realness is there?
Who be havin' muthaf**as bucked everywhere?
When you think the biggest mama,
Who be on yo' f**in' mind?
When you hear 'bout it, 'bout it,
Who you waitin' for to rhyme?
Whose time is now?
Who you can't doubt?
Who's got clout?
Say my name loud.
[Bridge One x4: Mia X]
[Records Scratching]
Mia...X... When Mystikal hits the door.
[Verse Two: Mystikal]
You better hold yo' breath,
Cuz I'ma leave this b**h SMOKIN', like ganja.
Not only will I run 'ya, b*tch I'LL RUN BEHIND 'YA.
I, stay sharper than yo' barbershop barber,
It's my honor, to rock it wit' the biggest mama.
I ROLLS, like hoes jaws go off from, RAW,
It's me the meat claws off.
Oh, you supposed to be balla?
It take tall props to call shots, that's bigger than bald spots,
Y'all workin' off small pox.
You know, like I know, leave yo' f**in' jaws locked,
Stop worryin' 'bout n***as thats out to leave, work what
Y'all got.
Believe none of what you hear, and some of what you
Saw, Mystikal, Mia X, who the f** you think it's for?
Look we ain't yo' standard his and hers rap duo,
We cut the f**in' fool, who try somethin' TRU.
Been bustin' a** since days of old school,
I refuse to leave this b**h without my props and the j**els.
[Bridge Two:]
When Mystikal Hits The Door,
How ya' daughter got popped
[x7]
When Mystikal Hits The Door, When Mystikal Hits The Door
[Verse Three: Both]
[Mia X]
Mama comes through this b**h, like Hurricane
Bessy, messy hoes know, chill wit that a** like
A mill.
[Mystikal] I know they knew this ain't no damn Jack and Jill,
We run this f**in' hill, got this b**h locked down,
So tight, zipped up, sh** sealed!
[Mia] Still, I gotta keep my pocketbook filled...
[Mys] And you WILL, just gotta keep my wallet on til'.
Build our nine together, watch what kinda car we build.
n***a better find some silence fo' yo'self, stop walkin' on
STEEL.
[Mia] For real, you know we actin' plum donkey, black prince
Of the South and mama Mia tag teamin' boku funky...
[Mys] Stankin' like Monkey sh**!
[Mia] On the side of Limberger...
[Mys] On top of fart rocks...
[Mia] Washed down with skunk piss.
[Mys] I don't think they heard us,
Stop trippin' cuz you playin' wit' yo'self,
b**h we rappin' for the world, just say that sh** to yourself.
[Mia] Intentions of wealth, who you see?
That n***a wit' the braids, and that squeaky voiced b**h,
Lyrics hurtin' yo' head for days, n***a. Representin' the
South, f** all that a**hole and nasty, you gonna
Gimme my clout.
[Outro:]
I represent...
Who got the clout?...
[x10]