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If It Ain't Live, It Ain't Me Lyrics - Tarantula - Mystikal

Why , why why why why 

Cause I keep bangin' y'all mother-fuckin ass, with this shit 

If it ain't live, it aint me 

Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide 

I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old 

I'm too hip to drip, I do it to 'em like this 

I wan't-a load it up, cock back don't miss 

Y'all ain't goin' believe this 

Got the preacher's wife talkin' bout rock that shit 

All they do is say the mans name 

You watch how many bitches start comin', it's a damn shame 

They know I got the wood for 'em 

If they in the hotel room and get the dick, that's good for 'em 

Big pussy and it's soft dick time, bitch I got to get'cha, mm-hm, uh-huh 

Tell me what you goin' do 

If you got your friends with you, you could bring them ho's too 

Come and turn around, let me get behind you 

Move somethin' for me baby, I ain't goin' tell no body 

 

If it ain't live, it aint me 

Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide 

I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old 

If it ain't live, it aint me 

Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide 

I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old 

I'm too hip to drip 

 

When I'm here they got to have it 

White lines so live they jump off the cabinet 

It's Micheal Tyler not Black Sabbath 

It's springin' hunter so watch out for the cat parrot 

I'm a whole and kaniver, the hot enchilada, Big Truck driver 

Hittin' hookers is a side high 

Tuckin' guts stackin' paper formin' lyrics is my real job 

Got my fingers and my shit tight 

Got another album and contract bitch get right 

Form a crowd like a fist fight 

Take my time with it if it takes me sun-up to midnight 

 

If it ain't live, it aint me 

Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide 

I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old 

If it ain't live, it aint me 

Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide 

I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old 

I'm too hip to drip 

 

I'm too man to try to handle, I'm too bad and loaded too for you to hold 

Too tight to out-write, too strong to out-sold, too much to out-bust 

I'll talk shit and cuss, foul-dog rimp and the walk talk spit crush 

The paper towels and toilet tissue, start your engine set the table 

Clean your plate and wash the dishes 

Can I please get a source cup 

And if they don't give me my grammy, feel so sorry for your mother 

And after I'm goin' get Jive 

I done bust my ass, y'all ain't do y'all job 

 

If it ain't live, it aint me 

Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide 

I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old 

If it ain't live, it aint me 

Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide 

I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old 

I'm too hip to drip 

 

If it ain't live, it aint me 

Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide 

I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old 

If it ain't live, it aint me 

Oh nigga I'm too def to move a step, too shy to slip or slide 

I'm too hard to fall apart, I'm too cold to get old 

I'm too hip to drip 

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Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group

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