Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Y'all Ain't Ready Yet, artist - Silkk The Shocker. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Y'all Ain't Ready Yet |
| I know, I, I, I know |
| I know y’all niggas can’t fuck with me cause I can’t |
| Fuck with my damn self |
| I know, I know y’all niggas can’t fuck with me I |
| I know y’all niggas… |
| Ugh, god-damn it took a nigga |
| Thirteen motherfucking years through this shit |
| Bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some fucking where |
| I know y’all niggas I know y’all niggas I know y’all niggas |
| Aw shit, it’s on nigga |
| I’m still not that nigga to fuck with buster, bad for your ho health |
| I know y’all niggas can’t fuck with me cause I can’t fuck with my damn self |
| When Mystikal hits the door |
| See can’t nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do |
| I know y’all niggas can’t fuck with me and they can’t but they try to |
| Some niggas just need to be warned |
| It’s gonna be harder to get it up on a my own |
| Nigga go ring the alarm |
| Matter fact better know what it take |
| For the back of your head to hit that grass |
| Let' s get this straight from the jump |
| I ain’t playing with your bitch ass |
| These outside niggas that run to the mic better come clean |
| Fuckin with that Saudi Arabian |
| Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring |
| I’m runnin these niggas to the jets |
| To the hills, to the back of the tracks |
| A-a-ask them hoes, did I do that? |
| I’m coming boisterous with 5 million switches |
| I’m the man with single and double and triple |
| And four five six time them bitches |
| I’m the nigga with the go head, fuckin' your bitch up in your bed |
| Standin' 5 foot 'leven dick crooked like a roach leg |
| Much bone and I don’t fail a test |
| Little nigga fuck hoes both sides of the river |
| I can’t be fucked with, you can’t touch this better grab hold |
| Bitch I’m so cold I’m like a 24 year-old north pole! |
| Give a fuck about these raggly ass hoes |
| Grippin' my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds |
| Makin em stop, (bigidabounce) pause, Like Jubilee All |
| I’m harder than a nigga watchin' Janet Jackson in draws! |
| But if ya catch me on the TV, or the radio spell it |
| M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L y’all ain’t ready though! |
| So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style? |
| I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo spear |
| See y’all can stop lookin at another nigga |
| Face cause bitch the man right here |
| You nigga didn’t think that I could swing mine |
| Bitch I’m doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain’t lying) |
| Talking behind my back don’t make me no nevermind |
| Cause all you can say is I’m smarter than Einstein |
| I’m fire like Cayenne! |
| You’ll never catch me cause I’m swift as a hyena |
| Gimme the chance I’ll rock the Lakefront Arena |
| Like Teena Marie be rockin' Tipitina’s (damn Gina) |
| Tall dark strong long and lean ain’t nobody comin cleaner |
| It’s all in the way I lay my game down |
| Watch me swing with the Guillotine, rollin' round Niggatown |
| But everybody think these niggas be wantin' me |
| To prove that I’m the man |
| Bitch I’m colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan |
| I got no love for no b-i-e-otch |
| Matter fact’s been that way since I was wearin' osh kosh b’gosh |
| But yet y’all steadily trying to squab bout me |
| When I come in this door the only thing y’all can do is talk about me |
| Better get some business about yourself that’s what you better do |
| Matter fact I’m a tell you mother fuckers three things I’m a never do |
| One: never gonna change my style |
| Two: never gonna bounce, three: never gonna bow |
| I’m gettin' tired of being sick and tired |
| Nigga you got a problem with me gettin' high |
| Suck big dick and die |
| Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can’t fade |
| The tan shade man with the braids |
| Bitches peep as I creep through the 12th ward |
| I done offended these niggas compare me |
| To niggas that gotta practice looking hard |
| Bitch-a won’t leave me alone |
| I’m not that Thug and I’m not that Ruggish but I do pack Bone |
| Black prince of the south that’s my title |
| Bitch I’m whoo chka ckha ow! |
| bad like Michael |
| I’m throwin rhymes at a steady flow |
| Whoo, there they go y’all niggas ain’t ready yo |
| Bitch I pimp hoes instead of an army petty shit it don’t harm me |
| Bitch I’m entertaining like Cedric and I’m mac like Bernie |
| I’m black like Menace and I’m g like Slimm |
| I’m Sporty like T and I’m smooth like Tim |
| I can click just like the boot camp but I’m conscious like daughter |
| Bitch I’m insane but um, you still be wantin' |
| To claim that I’m your partner |
| I’m Down just like Bust plus I’m Ice just like Mike |
| And I’m the living lyrical miracle I’m just ice like Precise |
| I’m the invisible man you blind you can’t see shit |
| You mad cause I got more bitches on my dick than bitches at Freaknik |
| I’m rougher than a Brillo, I’m soothing like Mylanta |
| And I’m kickin' like Brando, and I’m swingin' like Evander |
| Technics that’ll speak, be sweet like my Auntie Alberta |
| Who got the nerve to fuck with the murderer |
| Better not be no busta |
| Kickin' it with them Uptown, levee-born hustlers |
| Ain’t no slack in my stack, ain’t no lack in my mack |
| I’ma put you on yo back cause you’se a rat |
| I’m no pussycat |
| I cock enough dick to make you scream Hallelujah |
| Runnin' these bitches from Tchoupitoulas through Pascagoula to Chattanooga |
| I’m the nigga gon' rock «Streamline» like Lalapalooza |
| You think you gon' take me, but fuck that |
| Bitch, I’m out that Boot Camp Click |
| I got my rifle and my rucksack |
| Never ever could touch this lil nigga |
| Cise, break it down |
| Dave, play that fuckin' guitar |
| I run wit' the best and I’m willin' to bet that |
| He done dropped that album on that ass |
| But, y’all niggas ain’t ready yet |