Mystikal - Hit Me lyrics

What the f** was that? What man? I don't know what's up And what the f** did you miss? Get past me people, get pa** me hit me That was me that you missed I'm the one you've been missing and wishing For listen! (alright) All commands will be coming from the goddamn top (Hit me!) I'm the maestro (too bad) I'm the n***a with the stick in this b**h (oh yeah) Arranged it, directed, conducted Any other f**ing names you can think of (hit me) I got drums and sh**, tom-toms and sh** I got congos and bongos and guitars and keyboards and cymbals and horns all up in this b**h .. Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it Wow, wow, kind of sh** you ain't heard on the Box in a while! Even the white people sitting up in this motherf**er can't do nothing but say wow! Hear that Helen? He's tearing it up, that fella I'd love to get my hands on those a capellas That n***a sicker and slicker than oil on the pelican We on the one Me and the band gelling like Abbott and Costello We go together like stanky and smelly Tummy and belly, peanut bu*ter jelly (Hit it) That's some fool, there, your mommas say, "That's my groove, there!" f** the dumb sh**, k** ‘em with the drum kick Give it to the n***a with the drum stick Hit it! I'm flipping on the record like an acrobat You can't stop me cause it's something that I'm natural at Even in the wake of my aftermath, I catch you b**hes I'm losing my alphabet (what) Aunt Bea, see these b**hes? LMNO b**hes OSTR, hit it (Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it) You can tell I'm getting money behind they lining up But when I'll lead them, they'll be whining like them Monicas Whether they diamonds, Madonnas, designers, iguanas Rihanna, vaginas, piranha, hit it! I'm getting too old to be calling names Saying b**hes and hoes cause it's all the same On top of that the rappers always getting all the blame But is it really cause the n***as are just off the chain (hit it) Chicka bow chicka bow bow Toot it up, I got some for the brown brown Black man, put your mother f**ing crown on Pull your f**ing pants up, band, break it down now Wow Even the white people sit in this motherf**er be nothing but got doing nothing but say Wow? Look there Judy. that goddamn band's pretty groovy I bet you two bumps off my a** If you play that for Mum she'll shake her booty Hit it Get down the beat Never ever ever been beat on the beat Been more speedy than a cheetah with the rhythm I keep Ba** drum thumpin like elephant feet Cappin on these rappers like Muhammad Ali I'm the greatest, I'm pretty I open line in the jungle Eyes on the freak in the goddamn hospital Mumble, young man rumble! This is totally ludicrous. It's preposterous. You guys are f**ing losers. You're gonna piss me off. I'm gonna run through you f**ing losers They pissed me off, and we gonna knock you bums off I'mma run through you Prepare the beat! It's funky I'm bad (yeah) bad (yeah) I'mma do my thing Baby, baby, baby, baby hit me! Say it proud! I'm black and I'm loud! Say it proud! I'm black and I'm loud! (loud) Say it proud! I'm black and I'm loud! Say it proud! I'm black and I'm loud! You gotta give homage Soul brother number one, James Brown, ain't nobody do it better Hit it! Bad man Michael J ... Hit it, hit it, hit it