Mystikal - Dirty South, Dirty Jerz lyrics

[treach] no limit [myst.] naughty! [treach] da bomb ill [myst.] mystikal! [treach] illtown [myst.] da big eazy.. (oh sh**) hah! Chorus: treach (2x) Dirty south, dirty jerz, n***a f** what ya heard Your talk words don't serve while we slang on the curb We take it from a f**in fight to a stage and a mic If i don't take the limo b**h i'm pushin a bike * 2x - last line replaced with yeayy-yay! * Verse one: mystikal Us big n***az get p**y while songs get cooked f** 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 b**hes Chop funk, not gon' b**h a** n***az I wring they neck and slap they f**in mouth I run laps around the superdome Breast stroke the whole mississippi to represent the f**in south That's right, i said it! I'm the f**in 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 f** on, b**h get gone! Y'all heard me? mystikal and naughty New orleans and jersey! Chorus Verse two: vinnie Yo, yo, yo I heard somebody wantin naughty to get raw, ha I dismantle your f**in crew just like apartheid, n***a ya heard? There's no limit no gimmicks, to the sh** i spit Ain't no magazine you know could count these mics i rip Comin straight from jersey, motherf** all those who curse me I'm, running through you n***az like jackie joyner kersee Now, how many n***az comin better than this? Naughty by nature puts it down on some veteran sh** And chins i devour, while f**in 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 b**hes foul Chorus Verse three: treach You get your a** kicked when your only a**ets is a** bets You cry quicker than angela ba**ett, cause your ca**ette I'll trash it, like potatoes, beets, i'll mash it Bust dust to dust and turn ashes to ashes in ma**es I'm ma**ive mashing ba*tards faster Question bout my pimping tell your b**h 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 sh**, go and, peel your sh** I want my, scrilla quick, on some gorilla sh** Rhyme illest, no mimic, no quit it, gon' feel it Illtown, divine mill it, no limit, f** the spillage some Hear my sh** and go and switch they style While i get down and wild with mystikal Chorus