Mystikal - We Got The Clout lyrics

[mystikal] b**h we ain't your standard his and hers rap duo x2 Mystikal, mia x, who the f** you take us for x4 You better cover your nose cause rhyme flows run like diahrrea Burn like gonorrhea, that's me and mama mia.....x Explicit mistress, unlady like diva You gonna know when you see her You stack like you don't know Now we run this motherf**er That's what them no limit soldiers Done this motherf**er Ain't no stopping us now, long way from finished Just gettin started, gaining momentum See our faces on magazines, hear our music at parties Movies and videos, it's kind of hard to avoid us How many motherf**ers try to come out the south and don't sell out Make up all the money, take up all the clout Chorus: Mystikal, mia x we got clout Mystikal, mia x Mystikal, mia x Mystikal, mia x who the f** you take us for x3 [mia x] Tank mama (who) mama (mia) drama (what) biggest (mama) mama (who) ya'll know mia My rhymes are the pins in all the voo doo dolls Got your earholes hexed, mrs. x i come to set it off With the unpredictable big ole (whooo) Crooked like a roach leg dick n***a mystikal And they knows who got the clout all that On that n***a and that broad with the tanks around they necks We connect like infra-red dots and can't be stopped Collosols in this game check the billboard spots, we on top But chatter knocks and ice rocks they can't wait That's why these no limit soldiers always break street date Fakers hate yet they smile kissin a** no doubt But two faces get you punched them both in your mouth Who got the clout, no need to answers that It's not a matter of who, it's a matter of fact We got the clout Chorus (mystikal) [mia x] (biggest momma and that n***a mystikal) (don't hold on your chest, b**h let it go) Whoa, we got tornadoes, n***a spinnin that a** no doubt We got the hook up, we bout it bringin the world to the south (never gon bounce off the billboard count) (no limit in there, how they do that there) Yeah, you can give me trigger man and that hard sh** And mama mia still gon stay up on her guard b**h (gettin rich makin hits to the filthy dirty) (b**h i'm almost 30, we livin like we slangin birdies) You heard me, you heard him you know what we bout You know you can't doubt that we got the clout (b**h we got the clout) Chorus until the end