| Song | U Would If U Could |
| Artist | Mystikal |
| Album | Let's Get Ready |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tyler, Vickers | |
| I had thought i heard u laughin, talkin trash | |
| Bitch, whats happenin | |
| Start shit but dont take it | |
| Pull it out, put it on your ass | |
| Some of y'all niggaz still got the game fucked up this year | |
| But I ain't gonna have it | |
| Tryna talk about anotha muthafucka on a record | |
| And the bitch aint got no cabbage | |
| Hopin somebody can tell me whats wrong with this picture | |
| Dont think you can put out whateva you want | |
| And I aint gonna come back in the bitch and come getcha | |
| Imma find out where ya hang at | |
| Where ya old lady live and what time you be there | |
| Go scope out ya ride | |
| Follow ya to work and bring that heat | |
| Duck and whooo! from this fuckin fool | |
| Monkey see, monkey do nigga | |
| So you cant be the man right chea too | |
| Theres none afta this | |
| Not anotha livin | |
| M.C. as hazardous | |
| And as talented and handsome, ghetto fabulous | |
| Keep em off my back | |
| Wheneva they comin | |
| I bring that double | |
| In a minute y'all niggaz dont show no love | |
| Its gonna be trouble | |
| These niggaz here get ya name bent | |
| Washed up anybody yall sent | |
| Gotta watch these niggaz, they get outta line | |
| I put em in they place every time they nut up | |
| Gotta stop em from spreadin them lies | |
| Bust em in they mouth and make em shut up | |
| Get up! Come here! | |
| Neva seen me cut up, ya must not be from here | |
| Im four and none here | |
| Dont have me to bring up the shit | |
| I've done here | |
| Reach blazin temperatures | |
| So please come wit ya sun gear | |
| Whoop the sleeves off of muthafuckas that try to run in here | |
| Serious look on my face | |
| And a boot in my mouth and balled up fists | |
| These niggaz dont want my trouble | |
| But its too late for em, gotta accept this shit | |
| Chorus: (Tryna sound like me) | |
| U would if | |
| U could nigga | |
| U would if | |
| U could (Tryna be like me) | |
| U would if | |
| U could nigga | |
| U would if | |
| U could nigga (You wanna do what I do?) | |
| U would if | |
| U could nigga | |
| U would if | |
| U could nigga (You wanna take my style?) | |
| U would if | |
| U could nigga | |
| U would, but | |
| U cant, so | |
| U aint! From the moment that i slid in the door | |
| They know | |
| I'm back cuz you can hear it in the floor | |
| But afta I rap bitches aint feelin it nomore | |
| Wanna talk that shit, betta kno what to come with | |
| If you jump in the water | |
| Then ya ass betta throw up before i start ballin | |
| And if you eva fuck with what | |
| I be recording | |
| Imma flush you down the toilet | |
| And if you eva come at me wrong with a mike | |
| Imma throw you in the gutter | |
| I cant be scared these niggaz | |
| And they disrespect me cuz im from | |
| New Orleans | |
| We dont play that shit | |
| When these niggaz and they really want me to get started | |
| Make it painful cuz | |
| I dont think so | |
| I be bustin til | |
| I cant Thats what | |
| I where that tank for | |
| Hittin with the speed of | |
| Roy Jones | |
| Jr. And the strength of | |
| Iron Mike | |
| Tyson Triflin, exciting, well precise | |
| And I gotta let em know that | |
| I still been right | |
| You talk on me strong | |
| Just cuz I'm rich dont mean that it dont sound hungry | |
| Count if you wanna | |
| Hope you think cuz you little | |
| I wont jump on ya | |
| You betta remember that | |
| When you be droppin that bullshit | |
| You lucky | |
| I'm in a good mood right now | |
| But I'm lettin you know how it could get | |
| If I was the preacher | |
| Yall niggaz would run when | |
| I step off the pulpit | |
| If I was you | |
| I'd leave me alone | |
| Cuz bitch | |
| I aint nothin to fool with | |
| But if it is on ya mind | |
| You got somethin to prove, then go head and do it | |
| I get so vivid | |
| I wouldnt be able to make a better picture if | |
| I could You understand my platinum | |
| Then fuck up my raps, semi tracks | |
| No matter wheter kickin a verse or smokin a sack | |
| I'll fuck over you, yea | |
| I'm makin a habit of hurtin they head and bustin they ass | |
| Fuckin they woman and takin they spotlight, makin em mad | |
| Chorus & talking til fade |
| zuo ci : Tyler, Vickers | |
| I had thought i heard u laughin, talkin trash | |
| Bitch, whats happenin | |
| Start shit but dont take it | |
| Pull it out, put it on your ass | |
| Some of y' all niggaz still got the game fucked up this year | |
| But I ain' t gonna have it | |
| Tryna talk about anotha muthafucka on a record | |
| And the bitch aint got no cabbage | |
| Hopin somebody can tell me whats wrong with this picture | |
| Dont think you can put out whateva you want | |
| And I aint gonna come back in the bitch and come getcha | |
| Imma find out where ya hang at | |
| Where ya old lady live and what time you be there | |
| Go scope out ya ride | |
| Follow ya to work and bring that heat | |
| Duck and whooo! from this fuckin fool | |
| Monkey see, monkey do nigga | |
| So you cant be the man right chea too | |
| Theres none afta this | |
| Not anotha livin | |
| M. C. as hazardous | |
| And as talented and handsome, ghetto fabulous | |
| Keep em off my back | |
| Wheneva they comin | |
| I bring that double | |
| In a minute y' all niggaz dont show no love | |
| Its gonna be trouble | |
| These niggaz here get ya name bent | |
| Washed up anybody yall sent | |
| Gotta watch these niggaz, they get outta line | |
| I put em in they place every time they nut up | |
| Gotta stop em from spreadin them lies | |
| Bust em in they mouth and make em shut up | |
| Get up! Come here! | |
| Neva seen me cut up, ya must not be from here | |
| Im four and none here | |
| Dont have me to bring up the shit | |
| I' ve done here | |
| Reach blazin temperatures | |
| So please come wit ya sun gear | |
| Whoop the sleeves off of muthafuckas that try to run in here | |
| Serious look on my face | |
| And a boot in my mouth and balled up fists | |
| These niggaz dont want my trouble | |
| But its too late for em, gotta accept this shit | |
| Chorus: Tryna sound like me | |
| U would if | |
| U could nigga | |
| U would if | |
| U could Tryna be like me | |
| U would if | |
| U could nigga | |
| U would if | |
| U could nigga You wanna do what I do? | |
| U would if | |
| U could nigga | |
| U would if | |
| U could nigga You wanna take my style? | |
| U would if | |
| U could nigga | |
| U would, but | |
| U cant, so | |
| U aint! From the moment that i slid in the door | |
| They know | |
| I' m back cuz you can hear it in the floor | |
| But afta I rap bitches aint feelin it nomore | |
| Wanna talk that shit, betta kno what to come with | |
| If you jump in the water | |
| Then ya ass betta throw up before i start ballin | |
| And if you eva fuck with what | |
| I be recording | |
| Imma flush you down the toilet | |
| And if you eva come at me wrong with a mike | |
| Imma throw you in the gutter | |
| I cant be scared these niggaz | |
| And they disrespect me cuz im from | |
| New Orleans | |
| We dont play that shit | |
| When these niggaz and they really want me to get started | |
| Make it painful cuz | |
| I dont think so | |
| I be bustin til | |
| I cant Thats what | |
| I where that tank for | |
| Hittin with the speed of | |
| Roy Jones | |
| Jr. And the strength of | |
| Iron Mike | |
| Tyson Triflin, exciting, well precise | |
| And I gotta let em know that | |
| I still been right | |
| You talk on me strong | |
| Just cuz I' m rich dont mean that it dont sound hungry | |
| Count if you wanna | |
| Hope you think cuz you little | |
| I wont jump on ya | |
| You betta remember that | |
| When you be droppin that bullshit | |
| You lucky | |
| I' m in a good mood right now | |
| But I' m lettin you know how it could get | |
| If I was the preacher | |
| Yall niggaz would run when | |
| I step off the pulpit | |
| If I was you | |
| I' d leave me alone | |
| Cuz bitch | |
| I aint nothin to fool with | |
| But if it is on ya mind | |
| You got somethin to prove, then go head and do it | |
| I get so vivid | |
| I wouldnt be able to make a better picture if | |
| I could You understand my platinum | |
| Then fuck up my raps, semi tracks | |
| No matter wheter kickin a verse or smokin a sack | |
| I' ll fuck over you, yea | |
| I' m makin a habit of hurtin they head and bustin they ass | |
| Fuckin they woman and takin they spotlight, makin em mad | |
| Chorus talking til fade |
| zuò cí : Tyler, Vickers | |
| I had thought i heard u laughin, talkin trash | |
| Bitch, whats happenin | |
| Start shit but dont take it | |
| Pull it out, put it on your ass | |
| Some of y' all niggaz still got the game fucked up this year | |
| But I ain' t gonna have it | |
| Tryna talk about anotha muthafucka on a record | |
| And the bitch aint got no cabbage | |
| Hopin somebody can tell me whats wrong with this picture | |
| Dont think you can put out whateva you want | |
| And I aint gonna come back in the bitch and come getcha | |
| Imma find out where ya hang at | |
| Where ya old lady live and what time you be there | |
| Go scope out ya ride | |
| Follow ya to work and bring that heat | |
| Duck and whooo! from this fuckin fool | |
| Monkey see, monkey do nigga | |
| So you cant be the man right chea too | |
| Theres none afta this | |
| Not anotha livin | |
| M. C. as hazardous | |
| And as talented and handsome, ghetto fabulous | |
| Keep em off my back | |
| Wheneva they comin | |
| I bring that double | |
| In a minute y' all niggaz dont show no love | |
| Its gonna be trouble | |
| These niggaz here get ya name bent | |
| Washed up anybody yall sent | |
| Gotta watch these niggaz, they get outta line | |
| I put em in they place every time they nut up | |
| Gotta stop em from spreadin them lies | |
| Bust em in they mouth and make em shut up | |
| Get up! Come here! | |
| Neva seen me cut up, ya must not be from here | |
| Im four and none here | |
| Dont have me to bring up the shit | |
| I' ve done here | |
| Reach blazin temperatures | |
| So please come wit ya sun gear | |
| Whoop the sleeves off of muthafuckas that try to run in here | |
| Serious look on my face | |
| And a boot in my mouth and balled up fists | |
| These niggaz dont want my trouble | |
| But its too late for em, gotta accept this shit | |
| Chorus: Tryna sound like me | |
| U would if | |
| U could nigga | |
| U would if | |
| U could Tryna be like me | |
| U would if | |
| U could nigga | |
| U would if | |
| U could nigga You wanna do what I do? | |
| U would if | |
| U could nigga | |
| U would if | |
| U could nigga You wanna take my style? | |
| U would if | |
| U could nigga | |
| U would, but | |
| U cant, so | |
| U aint! From the moment that i slid in the door | |
| They know | |
| I' m back cuz you can hear it in the floor | |
| But afta I rap bitches aint feelin it nomore | |
| Wanna talk that shit, betta kno what to come with | |
| If you jump in the water | |
| Then ya ass betta throw up before i start ballin | |
| And if you eva fuck with what | |
| I be recording | |
| Imma flush you down the toilet | |
| And if you eva come at me wrong with a mike | |
| Imma throw you in the gutter | |
| I cant be scared these niggaz | |
| And they disrespect me cuz im from | |
| New Orleans | |
| We dont play that shit | |
| When these niggaz and they really want me to get started | |
| Make it painful cuz | |
| I dont think so | |
| I be bustin til | |
| I cant Thats what | |
| I where that tank for | |
| Hittin with the speed of | |
| Roy Jones | |
| Jr. And the strength of | |
| Iron Mike | |
| Tyson Triflin, exciting, well precise | |
| And I gotta let em know that | |
| I still been right | |
| You talk on me strong | |
| Just cuz I' m rich dont mean that it dont sound hungry | |
| Count if you wanna | |
| Hope you think cuz you little | |
| I wont jump on ya | |
| You betta remember that | |
| When you be droppin that bullshit | |
| You lucky | |
| I' m in a good mood right now | |
| But I' m lettin you know how it could get | |
| If I was the preacher | |
| Yall niggaz would run when | |
| I step off the pulpit | |
| If I was you | |
| I' d leave me alone | |
| Cuz bitch | |
| I aint nothin to fool with | |
| But if it is on ya mind | |
| You got somethin to prove, then go head and do it | |
| I get so vivid | |
| I wouldnt be able to make a better picture if | |
| I could You understand my platinum | |
| Then fuck up my raps, semi tracks | |
| No matter wheter kickin a verse or smokin a sack | |
| I' ll fuck over you, yea | |
| I' m makin a habit of hurtin they head and bustin they ass | |
| Fuckin they woman and takin they spotlight, makin em mad | |
| Chorus talking til fade |