Radikal Lyrics - Kelis

[*both talkin*] 

Yo, every body get down 

Yo, you cant be mad at us man we just doin what we've been doin (yeah) 

Ya know?, doin us 

Niggas wanna hatin and shit (everybody get down) 

Theres a lot of money out here, getcha hands on it 

Uh uh, Most Wanted 

[Boobonic] 

Yo, I'm that nigga who you wanna be (who) 

Not ch'all, record deal, hot cars, only fuck pop stars 

Radikal bitches 

Tounge pass the pussy 

If I fall for a bitch, let me fall dont push me 

Hatin ass nigga dont hafta slick sides 

'cause outta look at my chain cause he dont dick ride 

Yo niggas aint cool wit Bonic, niggas fear me 

And talk to the song so they bitch dont hear me (whaaaaaaat) 

Let me find out niggas jealous 

Hot, yo the best told us that we can get you jealous 

H - O - T - B - O - Y S's 

Taught you the shit you know so why test us 

Dont bother me that shit'a break ya neck 

This week alone nigga I already ate ya check 

Let my check book determine if I'm playin in vein 

When you niggas Boo it's cool 

Cause your sayin my name 

[Chorus] 

Is it the way I live and what I got is what your tryin to get 

Do I look so good that you dont know what to do-ooooo 

(money, money, money, money, money) 

Is it the way I live and what I got is what your tryin to get 

Do I look so good that you dont know what to do-ooooo 

(money, money, money, money, money) 

[Mr.] 

The cops don't wanna see my C-L 6, 

They wanna frisk me 

And young with this dough I get they wanna twist me 

You love Mr., hi oh now you wanna kiss me 

But dead or me doin a bid you gunna miss me 

This aint hate, its too much love cause I'm richer 

When I used to push them things, I flip quicker, 

Niggas wanna twist cause Boobonic and Mr 

are cuttin big brothers and fuckin they little sisters 

I hear Most Wanted this (and) 

Most Wanted that (uh huh) 

Plus Mr. dead broke (what else) 

Mr. cant rap 

Follow Mr. home with this gun on my lap 

And all that frontin for ya boys will get ya one in ya back 

Aint my fault my dough come fast and yours slower 

You ass out like winnin a used to go lower 

And I'm next to the boat and the cocaine grower 

See red when I split ya head like Noah nigga 

(Chorus) 

[Boobonic] 

Leave Mr.!? 

A nigga couldn't hand me a price 

I catch a bullet for em like my chain at the rice 

Spit every last round at a gunfall 

A kill you the listener if you come for em 

Die for the nigga thats my dog forever 

Hoes be like damn why y'all always together 

Two things thata never be have is rich and thats you and another ass bitch 

[Mr.] 

Boobonic dont feed man I'll talk shit for you 

Tell you to take cover I'll swing and hit for you 

Get stitched up, come back and spit for you 

Bring hot heads that make the shit for you 

Ride for you homie till our bodies hit the soil 

Won't die for you? they got it fucked up 

Like chicks that need a perm they click and touched up 

Peel off on the bike and pop the clutch up what 

Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat 

(everybody get down) 

Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat 

(everybody get down) 

Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat 

You know.. niggas dont want it man anybody move closer 

I'm tellin you one thing I'm ghetto. .no holster 

Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat 

You niggas dont want no beef man 

I'm routing for that shit for real 

Fuck you niggas man.. I love bitchs, money, and travelin 

And you niggas didnt experince that.. you know 

you niggas didnt experience that man 

Y'all dont know what money is man 

money is when your bank account is the banks amount muthafucker 

You niggas have stash's.. I stash money.. overseas nigga 

You dont want none I'm a gangsta 

Man I'll take over y'all corners dressed up in a suit 

And niggas wanna reach I lean and sharp shoot