Mystikal - Keep it hype - dirty version lyrics

Testin', testin', testin' You can hear me, what what what? Testin', testin', testin' You can hear me, what what what? Mic, check , check, check check You can hear me? I'm loud enough? Mic mic, microphone, check, check Can you hear me? Yikes, you know what I like? I keep it hype, the words that I write I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic I say my rhyme loud, with all of my might Yikes, you know what I like? I keep it hype, the words that I write I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic I say my rhyme loud, with all of my might People say that n***a crazy, I'm throwin' off, I raise my voice up then, go off The king of different, Titan of screamin' chantin' louder than A hundred people clappin' keep them f**in' speakers crackin' Rockin' it, about to roll the sticker on the tag can't make it ragged Vocals that'll blow horns 'til your a** in traction Disgusting like that valve on your bike with the basket Bling bling comin' through, not excuse me I'm the n***a that's makin' this loud a** music Yikes, you know what I like? I keep it hype, the words that I write I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic I say my rhyme loud, with all of my might Yikes, You know what I like? I keep it hype, the words that I write I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic I say my rhyme loud, with all of my might The doctor slapped my a**, so I've been hollerin' since an infant Gotta make sure they hear me 'cause I wants my attention Disturb the cla**, so I stayed in detention Couldn't whisper when I was talkin' so they sent me to the office The principal say, "Young man what seem to be the problem?" Said, "I try to be quiet but I just can't seem to lower the volume" "Hmm, what's your name?" "Michael Tyler" "Perhaps you'd be interested in joining our school choir?" Said, "Nah, that's for funny boys" "Either that or a suspension," While you roll, here I come boy I wanna holla, but I gotta try Doe ray mi fah soh! Ahh no! That ain't gonna cut it, that ain't gonna get it Then the teacher said, "Maybe you can try something mathematic" But I'm too clumsy so I went to the band But I made more noise honkin' than I did when I was playin' Yikes! That ain't workin' so I'm leavin' The very next day I was in R O T C Had no problems soundin' off like I had a pair, three four But I just ain't like them tight a** green pants that I had to wear All this time inside, made me tired, on top of that One of my teachers wanna see my a** outside I went downstairs to the yard When I got there I seen my teacher with about eight fine broads I said, "You lookin' for me? I'm the one who be talkin' loud" She said, "Damn, n***a we need you on our cheerleadin' squad" Hell no, never ever Trevor Either that or a report card filled with the F letter Go, team, fight, win Nah this sh** ain't cool, f** these teachers and this school I gotta loud mouth but I don't know what to use it for 'Til they told me that they was gon' put me in the talent show Yikes, you know what I like? I keep it hype, the words that I write I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic I say my rhyme loud, with all of my might Yikes, you know what I like? I keep it hype, the words that I write I rock the whole crowd, I don't need a mic I say my rhyme loud, with all of my might Yikes Yikes Yikes ...