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mystikal - mr. hood critic lyrics

[g-quikk]
unh… yeah…
i got that boot camp clicc in this m-th-f-cka tonight
me & my n-gg- ‘cise…
we done hooked some smooth sh-t up for y’all…
and we bout to throw down in this b-tch, ya heard mes?

first verse [g-quikk & mystikal]:

[g-quikk]
i had plenty of you n-gg-s who that i couldn’t, do it

[mystikal]
do what?

[g-quikk]
grab the pen and the paper, put the fire to the blunt, time to get to it
fuuuuuck how y’all n-gg-s do it,
she quick to pursue it til’ his pockets smell like body fluid,
some n-gg-s be walkin’ up at the line,
bl-w j-b then slob on my kn-b, b-tch i been the sh-t

[mystikal]
b-tch i been the sh-t!

[g-quikk]
ain’t nothin’ you can do to me

[mystikal]
what this m-th-f-cka talkin’ about n-gg- who me?

[g-quikk]
yeah you, said who see?
i’m bout’z to make gash, drivin’ ’em out quick fast,
bout time your m-th-f-ckin’ -ss,
put a n-gg- on the m-th-f-ckin’ map with’cha b-tch -ss

[mystikal]
wit’cha b-tch -ss

[g-quikk]
takin’ how long?

[mystikal]
how long it took?

[g-quikk]
it took a n-gg- thirteen m-th-f-ckin’ years just to make a rap song.
but i’m on my winnings, in fact now n-gg-s is jealous,
y’all n-gg-s don’t faze me,
hoes gone… hate me,
bust up and then i may get they lips bl–dy,
your back nutty,
aw, y’all n-gg-s ain’t ready for me,
but if you want me, who clamps?
i’m sh-ll-bound, watch me throw down on my first go-round,
here’s our sh-t, properly did it and now you’re evicted,
now admit it, f-ck that yin-yang, you talkin’ behind my back mr. hood critics,
you’re all on my d-ck hun,
get one, lick one,
sh-t son, talk about me? jealous man, you’re done,
f-ck it, it’s all good,
i’m not that n-gg-, i’m not that n-gg-, i’m not that n-gg- either, understood?

chorus [mystikal & g-quikk]

[g-quikk]
you’re all on my d-ck hun

[mystikal]
mr. hood critic
[g-quikk]

get one

[mystikal]
only way to keep my m-th-f-ckin’ name
out your m-th-f-ckin’ mouth
is to keep your m-th-f-ckin’ mouth shut!

(x4)

second verse [g-quikk, mystikal, & j-dawg]:

[g-quikk]
roll like a tank,
comin’ cold like a shake,
every move that i make,
be smooth like a, snake,
i got what it takes to make your eyes burn,
hooked up in the jazzy fifth, with the pee-wee sideburns,
i dress better than a drug dealer,
’cause when i jump shop i’m on my job n-gg-,
20/20 couldn’t see me

[mystikal]
who you?

[g-quikk]
q to the u to the i to the k, k, i be…

[j-dawg]
follow me now, open sesame,
you n-gg-s ain’t ready for the best of me,
i’m takin’ you n-gg-s nuts and givin’ you b-tches a hysterectomy,
i’m comin’ up fast, runnin’ in more -ss,
sharp as gl-ss,
b-tch you might think this n-gg- be lickin’ the p-ssy ’cause my tongue fast,
hoe, but that’s a no-no,
oh, you mean you don’t know?
mr. hood critic told you what? i’m lickin’ p-ssy on the down-low?
now if i’d did it, i’d admit it and walk around proud,
but tellin’ no fables, on this label, p-ssy eaters ain’t allowed,
now i be comin’ around the mountain like “oh susanna”

[mystikal]
n-gg- where the f-ck you from?

[j-dawg]
new orleans, louisiana,
home of the boot camp clicc,
and now it’s time for rest of you m-th-f-ckas
to bow down and respect the south sh-t,
get your mouth split,
that’s what thing that you can do up with this chemistry,
the boot camp clicc is droppin’ bombs on the industry

[g-quikk]
you all on my d-ck, hun

[mystikal]
mr. hood critic, the only way to keep my m-th-f-ckin’ name,
from out your m-th-f-ckin’ mouth,
is to keep your m-th-f-ckin’ mouth shut!

[g-quikk]
g’s oh, g-quikk’s a g so,
want me to creep these hoes? i’ma keep these hoes,
on they tippy-tippy toes,
shovin’ that d-ck all in your daughter,
called a n-gg-, f-cked a n-gg-,
sucked a lil’ d-ck

[mystikal]
but can’t get a quarter!

[g-quikk]
i’m not your everyday extraordinary busta,
another soldier out that boot camp,
bustin’ you d-ck suckers

[mystikal]
from walkin’ round town tryin’ to call mich-lle,
hit slow like sh-t you jump now n-gg-

[g-quikk]
ain’t nothin’ colder, ain’t nothin’ cooler…
ooh! don’t let the smooth ice fool ya

[mystikal]
’cause i ain’t that type of n-gg- to get my…

[g-quikk]
-ss kicked

[mystikal]
caught ’em talkin’

[g-quikk]
cash hit

[mystikal]
cha-ching!

[g-quikk]
b-tch another smash hit

chorus (2x)

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