Who Got Tha Clout? — текст песни (Mia X and Mystikal)

Intro:
Who Got Tha Clout?
Don`t act surprised cuz it`s that bitch from the South.
Pumpin` out the N-O.
You don`t want no clout.
Who Got Tha Clout?
Don`t act surprised cuz it`s that bitch from the South.

1st Verse [Mia X]:
Who`s `bout to come?
Who they cleared the way for?
Who all them niggas respect?
Who got them hoes scared to flex?
Well here`s a track that gets wrecked.
Who`s got the industry hexed?
Well now, it`s mama, full of marijuana.
Headline nigga, whatcha` whatcha` want, huh?
You can see them niggas writin` rhymes,
but don`t need none, want some.
Hoes run from these here,
who gon still be the boss bitch next year?
Who ain`t gotta brag cuz the realness is there?
Who be havin` muthafuckas bucked everywhere?
When you think the biggest mama,
who be on yo` fuckin` mind?
When you hear `bout it, `bout it,
who you waitin` for to rhyme?
Whose time is now?
Who you can`t doubt?
Who`s got clout?
Say my name loud.

Bridge One:
Mia X (4 Times)

[Records Scratching]

Mia...X... When Mystikal hits the door.

Verse Two [Mystikal]:
You better hold yo` breath,
cuz I`ma leave this bitch SMOKIN`, like ganja.
Not only will I run `ya, BITCH I`LL RUN BEHIND `YA.
I, stay sharper than yo` barbershop barber,
it`s my honor, to rock it wit` the biggest mama.
I ROLLS, like hoes jaws go off from, RAW,
it`s me the meat claws off.
Oh, you supposed to be balla?
It take tall props to call shots, that`s bigger than bald spots,
y`all workin` off small pox.
You know, like I know, leave yo` fuckin` jaws locked,
stop worryin` `bout niggas thats out to leave, work what
y`all got.
Believe none of what you hear, and some of what you
saw, Mystikal, Mia X, who the fuck you think it`s for?
Look we ain`t yo` standard his and hers rap duo,
we cut the fuckin` fool, who try somethin` TRU.
Been bustin` ass since days of old school,
I refuse to leave this bitch without my props and the jewels.

Bridge Two:
When Mystikal Hits The Door,
How ya` daughter got popped
(7 Times)
When Mystikal Hits The Door, When Mystikal Hits The Door

Verse Three [Both]:
[Mia X] Mama comes through this bitch, like Hurricane
Bessy, messy hoes know, chill wit that ass like
a mill.

[Mystikal] I know they knew this ain`t no damn Jack and Jill,
we run this fuckin` hill, got this bitch locked down,
so tight, zipped up, shit sealed!

[Mia] Still, I gotta keep my pocketbook filled...

[Mys] And you WILL, just gotta keep my wallet on til`.
Build our nine together, watch what kinda car we build.
Nigga better find some silence fo` yo`self, stop walkin` on
STEEL.

[Mia] For real, you know we actin` plum donkey, black prince
of the South and mama Mia tag teamin` boku funky...

[Mys] Stankin` like Monkey Shit!

[Mia] On the side of Limberger...

[Mys] On top of fart rocks...

[Mia] Washed down with skunk piss.

[Mys] I don`t think they heard us,
stop trippin` cuz you playin` wit` yo`self,
bitch we rappin` for the world, just say that shit to yourself.

[Mia] Intentions of wealth, who you see?
That nigga wit` the braids, and that squeaky voiced bitch,
lyrics hurtin` yo` head for days, nigga. Representin` the
South, fuck all that asshole and nasty, you gonna
gimme my clout.

Outro:
I represent...
Who got the clout?...
(10 Times)



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