Mystikal The Return Lyrics

The Return

This one here (The Return), this for my dirty disco dancin', low-down, no good m____ f___as (the braided-up pimp is back)

The return of the s___-talker
The lyrical explicit content
The original m____ f___er
I rip the surf, I hit the worst like brass knuckles (d___)
Give em crushes, bust a__ and smash records
I live it how I talk it
I bring it how I feel it
This my spot 'cause I done marked it
I show the teeth between waitin' and eatin'
b____, I stay agressive like it's matin' season
I'm hot, you gotta put me where I belong
On top, I'm guaranteed to f___ up everything I get on
You lovin' everything I put out
I keep it real do what you lin-ike in the riz-ep in the sin-outh!
Hoes say, "Ooh, he a donkey!"
And baby you gon' find out when I hit you with that Raunchy
Don't let me put you in that V-90
You want this kinda f___in', b____ it's just fine

[Hook]
It's my turn! s___! It's my time
Watch out there now
You f___in' with my groove (it's the return)
The braided up pimp is back

It's safe to say I'm old school (way back)
I went from 4-track to the A-DAT
And from A-DAT to the Pro-Tools
Dreamin' of layin' that hot s___
Now what would make you think that I ain't the man
Playin' hit, bit, don't quit, 'cause you know you not it

Ain't my family, tell ya, I can't complain
Tighter or hype they can't half bang
Even appeal to older people, they say, "Oh, yeah, he bad!"
I still be jammin' off the last one
I said, "Where you get that, Pops?"
He said, "I stole it from my grandson"
Now you know me when I step through
They say, "Son, I got yo record. Ain't you James Brown's nephew" (heeey!)
I keep 'em movin', leave 'em thinkin'
I'm wrestled and respected like Aretha Franklin (all I'm askin')
All n____, part-time lover (BANG!)
It's my turn, watch out there m____ f___er

[Hook]

'Cause then when that I rock the beat, now I can need influence
I'm fire, fire, off the hook, Michael Tyler, how you doin'
Take that out and leave me on
Kerry, Ves, Stevie, Jack, Beezy Boy, DJ Ron
So, when they ask you, you can tell it
Already signed Shonnie and Maxminelli
They f___in' with the Belly Boys fo sho
The Guillotine, O.G. Bone, and the rest of them
Oh, yeah, King Yella, that's my nizzle
Oh, that's my brother Reesy and my brother B-Kizzle
I'm just a fashion rap recite (bark)
That's Happ, that's Shot, that's Roc, and he tight
This time I'm f___in' with the Poisonous Dart
b____es in line waitin' for the party to start
We buyin' rides without leases
'Cause this year n____s runnin' rockin' Big Truck pieces

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