Dick On The Track Lyrics
| Song | Dick On The Track |
| Artist | Mystikal |
| Album | Unpredictable |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mystikal | |
| Hey there, 'sup boo? | |
| What's happenin'? | |
| Come holla at me | |
| Naww, come here, yuh, | |
| I got somthin' for you | |
| It's gon' make ya say, “ | |
| Ungh”I aint sayin' nothin', y'all jus playin' | |
| Come here, why you actin' like that? | |
| Naw for real, come 'ere tho' | |
| You got that fire, ain't too fly but when | |
| I jus walked by ya | |
| Hands at your side, don't you know | |
| I ain't your average buya | |
| I thought you live on the twelve-hundred block on | |
| TecnuiqeBy tha studio apartments, right off 70 street | |
| She said, "Ya, how do you know that?" | |
| I said, "You live next door to my friend, her name, Tazra" | |
| She said, "Oh you know, Tim?" | |
| I said, "Ya, we use ta kick it man, what about it?" | |
| She said, "No that's cool, that's my girl" | |
| Don't take it how it sounded | |
| She said, "You mean, I said who told ya?" | |
| Me and you can make music | |
| Dats kinda what | |
| I'm hopin' for movin' like | |
| I'm automated | |
| What we bakin', mixin', blendin' | |
| And twisted tha neighbors gonn' be listenin' | |
| She said, "Slow down baby, movin' kinda swiftBesides we just met I usually don't get down like this" | |
| I said, "Dont even trip, I got you!" | |
| She said, "You sure?", | |
| I said, "Yup I got to" | |
| Put tha dick on tha track, and make 'em sang | |
| Put the needle to the grove | |
| Put the needle to the grove | |
| Them otha niggaz ain't gonna do what | |
| I doWhen I hit ya with tha tenor | |
| Say sapreno, when your moanin' | |
| We aint gonna stop makin' racket | |
| Till in the mornin' | |
| I say baby, kick it wit me all nite | |
| Safe sex like pot holder on my mic | |
| Comin' thru the woofer, in your speaker when we freakin' | |
| I can see you gettin' hot, why you weakinin'? | |
| Climaxin'While | |
| I'm rappin' | |
| Whats my name, and who it's for? | |
| Dats what | |
| I'm askin' | |
| Spitin' like wax all over 64 tracks | |
| Remember shock ta knock you sax, symbols and high hats | |
| Gettin' nasty with the music to be funky | |
| Like a bass line | |
| Disregard it and get ya good sing ain't no red lights | |
| When I take mine | |
| I'm havin' sexual intercourse with the chorus | |
| Screamin' hot vocals, got your ad libs gettin' hoarse | |
| Sweatin' the whole session, your circuits burnt | |
| She said, "Baby, don't beat it down no moreIt's just the second verse" | |
| Put tha dick on tha track, and make 'em sang | |
| Put the needle to the grove | |
| Put the needle to the grove | |
| Them otha niggaz ain't gonna do what | |
| I doPut tha dick on tha track, and make 'em sang | |
| Put the needle to the grove | |
| Put the needle to the grove | |
| Them otha niggaz ain't gonna do what | |
| I doFirst time | |
| I laid eyes on ya, | |
| I was like "Zaam""Tell me, girl where you goin'? What's your name?", she said," Pam" | |
| And I think it's only better that you know who | |
| I amI'm the man they make high, like the melophones in | |
| Southern Japan | |
| The way I work my acoustics, ain't no comparin' | |
| Very rough and aggressive when | |
| I lay 'emHuffin' and puffin' right when | |
| I see 'emYa breakin' it down so scandalous | |
| She got me thinkin' when else | |
| I'm touchin' ya like a massager | |
| I'll be bustin' off soon as ya touch me in | |
| You can hear | |
| It through the soundproof booth | |
| ****in' up the roof | |
| Don't stop, she on top and | |
| I'm watchin' 'em jiggle | |
| No more preachin' and minglin' | |
| She pregnant with my singer | |
| I don't be kissin' and tellin' | |
| But it's gotta be told | |
| Now I'm 500 dollas short, unless we got married, | |
| I wed till | |
| I was oldTo infinite, | |
| I'm plannin' our future | |
| It's jus gonn' be me, you, nobody else, | |
| Me and Mystikal junior | |
| How that feel? | |
| Com here, take dem headphones off | |
| Turn around little baby | |
| I put tha dick on the track, ya feel me | |
| It's like when | |
| I get on the track | |
| I have sex with it, | |
| I make out with it | |
| We make woopie, we do the nasty | |
| Anyone wanna jus jump on and rush it? | |
| I'm gonna spend time wit you, | |
| I ain't quittin' halfway |
| zuo ci : Mystikal | |
| Hey there, ' sup boo? | |
| What' s happenin'? | |
| Come holla at me | |
| Naww, come here, yuh, | |
| I got somthin' for you | |
| It' s gon' make ya say, " | |
| Ungh" I aint sayin' nothin', y' all jus playin' | |
| Come here, why you actin' like that? | |
| Naw for real, come ' ere tho' | |
| You got that fire, ain' t too fly but when | |
| I jus walked by ya | |
| Hands at your side, don' t you know | |
| I ain' t your average buya | |
| I thought you live on the twelvehundred block on | |
| TecnuiqeBy tha studio apartments, right off 70 street | |
| She said, " Ya, how do you know that?" | |
| I said, " You live next door to my friend, her name, Tazra" | |
| She said, " Oh you know, Tim?" | |
| I said, " Ya, we use ta kick it man, what about it?" | |
| She said, " No that' s cool, that' s my girl" | |
| Don' t take it how it sounded | |
| She said, " You mean, I said who told ya?" | |
| Me and you can make music | |
| Dats kinda what | |
| I' m hopin' for movin' like | |
| I' m automated | |
| What we bakin', mixin', blendin' | |
| And twisted tha neighbors gonn' be listenin' | |
| She said, " Slow down baby, movin' kinda swiftBesides we just met I usually don' t get down like this" | |
| I said, " Dont even trip, I got you!" | |
| She said, " You sure?", | |
| I said, " Yup I got to" | |
| Put tha dick on tha track, and make ' em sang | |
| Put the needle to the grove | |
| Put the needle to the grove | |
| Them otha niggaz ain' t gonna do what | |
| I doWhen I hit ya with tha tenor | |
| Say sapreno, when your moanin' | |
| We aint gonna stop makin' racket | |
| Till in the mornin' | |
| I say baby, kick it wit me all nite | |
| Safe sex like pot holder on my mic | |
| Comin' thru the woofer, in your speaker when we freakin' | |
| I can see you gettin' hot, why you weakinin'? | |
| Climaxin' While | |
| I' m rappin' | |
| Whats my name, and who it' s for? | |
| Dats what | |
| I' m askin' | |
| Spitin' like wax all over 64 tracks | |
| Remember shock ta knock you sax, symbols and high hats | |
| Gettin' nasty with the music to be funky | |
| Like a bass line | |
| Disregard it and get ya good sing ain' t no red lights | |
| When I take mine | |
| I' m havin' sexual intercourse with the chorus | |
| Screamin' hot vocals, got your ad libs gettin' hoarse | |
| Sweatin' the whole session, your circuits burnt | |
| She said, " Baby, don' t beat it down no moreIt' s just the second verse" | |
| Put tha dick on tha track, and make ' em sang | |
| Put the needle to the grove | |
| Put the needle to the grove | |
| Them otha niggaz ain' t gonna do what | |
| I doPut tha dick on tha track, and make ' em sang | |
| Put the needle to the grove | |
| Put the needle to the grove | |
| Them otha niggaz ain' t gonna do what | |
| I doFirst time | |
| I laid eyes on ya, | |
| I was like " Zaam"" Tell me, girl where you goin'? What' s your name?", she said," Pam" | |
| And I think it' s only better that you know who | |
| I amI' m the man they make high, like the melophones in | |
| Southern Japan | |
| The way I work my acoustics, ain' t no comparin' | |
| Very rough and aggressive when | |
| I lay ' emHuffin' and puffin' right when | |
| I see ' emYa breakin' it down so scandalous | |
| She got me thinkin' when else | |
| I' m touchin' ya like a massager | |
| I' ll be bustin' off soon as ya touch me in | |
| You can hear | |
| It through the soundproof booth | |
| in' up the roof | |
| Don' t stop, she on top and | |
| I' m watchin' ' em jiggle | |
| No more preachin' and minglin' | |
| She pregnant with my singer | |
| I don' t be kissin' and tellin' | |
| But it' s gotta be told | |
| Now I' m 500 dollas short, unless we got married, | |
| I wed till | |
| I was oldTo infinite, | |
| I' m plannin' our future | |
| It' s jus gonn' be me, you, nobody else, | |
| Me and Mystikal junior | |
| How that feel? | |
| Com here, take dem headphones off | |
| Turn around little baby | |
| I put tha dick on the track, ya feel me | |
| It' s like when | |
| I get on the track | |
| I have sex with it, | |
| I make out with it | |
| We make woopie, we do the nasty | |
| Anyone wanna jus jump on and rush it? | |
| I' m gonna spend time wit you, | |
| I ain' t quittin' halfway |
| zuò cí : Mystikal | |
| Hey there, ' sup boo? | |
| What' s happenin'? | |
| Come holla at me | |
| Naww, come here, yuh, | |
| I got somthin' for you | |
| It' s gon' make ya say, " | |
| Ungh" I aint sayin' nothin', y' all jus playin' | |
| Come here, why you actin' like that? | |
| Naw for real, come ' ere tho' | |
| You got that fire, ain' t too fly but when | |
| I jus walked by ya | |
| Hands at your side, don' t you know | |
| I ain' t your average buya | |
| I thought you live on the twelvehundred block on | |
| TecnuiqeBy tha studio apartments, right off 70 street | |
| She said, " Ya, how do you know that?" | |
| I said, " You live next door to my friend, her name, Tazra" | |
| She said, " Oh you know, Tim?" | |
| I said, " Ya, we use ta kick it man, what about it?" | |
| She said, " No that' s cool, that' s my girl" | |
| Don' t take it how it sounded | |
| She said, " You mean, I said who told ya?" | |
| Me and you can make music | |
| Dats kinda what | |
| I' m hopin' for movin' like | |
| I' m automated | |
| What we bakin', mixin', blendin' | |
| And twisted tha neighbors gonn' be listenin' | |
| She said, " Slow down baby, movin' kinda swiftBesides we just met I usually don' t get down like this" | |
| I said, " Dont even trip, I got you!" | |
| She said, " You sure?", | |
| I said, " Yup I got to" | |
| Put tha dick on tha track, and make ' em sang | |
| Put the needle to the grove | |
| Put the needle to the grove | |
| Them otha niggaz ain' t gonna do what | |
| I doWhen I hit ya with tha tenor | |
| Say sapreno, when your moanin' | |
| We aint gonna stop makin' racket | |
| Till in the mornin' | |
| I say baby, kick it wit me all nite | |
| Safe sex like pot holder on my mic | |
| Comin' thru the woofer, in your speaker when we freakin' | |
| I can see you gettin' hot, why you weakinin'? | |
| Climaxin' While | |
| I' m rappin' | |
| Whats my name, and who it' s for? | |
| Dats what | |
| I' m askin' | |
| Spitin' like wax all over 64 tracks | |
| Remember shock ta knock you sax, symbols and high hats | |
| Gettin' nasty with the music to be funky | |
| Like a bass line | |
| Disregard it and get ya good sing ain' t no red lights | |
| When I take mine | |
| I' m havin' sexual intercourse with the chorus | |
| Screamin' hot vocals, got your ad libs gettin' hoarse | |
| Sweatin' the whole session, your circuits burnt | |
| She said, " Baby, don' t beat it down no moreIt' s just the second verse" | |
| Put tha dick on tha track, and make ' em sang | |
| Put the needle to the grove | |
| Put the needle to the grove | |
| Them otha niggaz ain' t gonna do what | |
| I doPut tha dick on tha track, and make ' em sang | |
| Put the needle to the grove | |
| Put the needle to the grove | |
| Them otha niggaz ain' t gonna do what | |
| I doFirst time | |
| I laid eyes on ya, | |
| I was like " Zaam"" Tell me, girl where you goin'? What' s your name?", she said," Pam" | |
| And I think it' s only better that you know who | |
| I amI' m the man they make high, like the melophones in | |
| Southern Japan | |
| The way I work my acoustics, ain' t no comparin' | |
| Very rough and aggressive when | |
| I lay ' emHuffin' and puffin' right when | |
| I see ' emYa breakin' it down so scandalous | |
| She got me thinkin' when else | |
| I' m touchin' ya like a massager | |
| I' ll be bustin' off soon as ya touch me in | |
| You can hear | |
| It through the soundproof booth | |
| in' up the roof | |
| Don' t stop, she on top and | |
| I' m watchin' ' em jiggle | |
| No more preachin' and minglin' | |
| She pregnant with my singer | |
| I don' t be kissin' and tellin' | |
| But it' s gotta be told | |
| Now I' m 500 dollas short, unless we got married, | |
| I wed till | |
| I was oldTo infinite, | |
| I' m plannin' our future | |
| It' s jus gonn' be me, you, nobody else, | |
| Me and Mystikal junior | |
| How that feel? | |
| Com here, take dem headphones off | |
| Turn around little baby | |
| I put tha dick on the track, ya feel me | |
| It' s like when | |
| I get on the track | |
| I have sex with it, | |
| I make out with it | |
| We make woopie, we do the nasty | |
| Anyone wanna jus jump on and rush it? | |
| I' m gonna spend time wit you, | |
| I ain' t quittin' halfway |
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